Pattaya Reports

I awoke still with a taste of failure from the previous night. Thousands spent on gogo bars, hours spent being squashed in Insomnia and targeted by big, fat, ugly women, I was not feeling like a success right now. I needed to make things right. This is Pattaya, after all. I needed to make this the best fucking night of my time here in LOS, or else I would not forgive myself.

I awoke in time for the included breakfast at Aya Boutique Hotel, so I started plotting and planning over omelets and poor substitute-coffee. But here is the plan I hatched.

1. Spend the day writing up reports from the last few days in BKK.

2. Eat well, hydrate even better.

3. Nap at 4 pm, awake by 7 pm, in time for dinner before 8 pm arrival at WS.

4. At 8 pm, I would hit Living Dolls to try to get that cutie Whan, #55. Hopefully a return visit will spark some chemistry, as has happened to me in the past.

5. I would ST her, be with her until no later than midnight, then grab something to eat.

6. Hit Insomnia, and hopefully hook up with that Surin FL from last night, this time unencumbered by the fattie bossy lady. Also having drained little Kumbu, there won't be a sense of desperation in my mind, and with the nap, I won't be fatigued, so I will be able to close the deal.

So the first part of the plan went just fine. I wrote, did some leisure reading, ate very well, hydrated even better, it was all good. Nap time came along, and like clockwork, I was in bed at 4 pm. I awoke a tad late, 7:15, but no worries, I could still be in time. I showered, grabbed something quick to eat on the way down to WS, and was into Living Dolls at 8:05 pm. After ordering my OJ, I looked for Whan. She was not on stage, so maybe sitting along the side? No sign of her. I looked for a good 5 minutes, but she just wasn't there. Really? Fate? You're fucking with my plan at this early stage? Well FUCK YOU. I am going to make this night work.

As my anger simmered, up steps a lovely, lovely looking lady, with elegant, long legs, and a strikingly model-like face, #57. She smiles, I gesture, she joins, LD arrives, we chat. She has gorgeous features. She reminds me of a slightly pouty, slight naughty cat. We chat for a while, and she seems cool at first, but slowly the chemistry begins to warm up. But I still wasn't feeling it 100%. Argh. So I bailed. My thinking was that I would hit one or two other gogo bars, and if nothing works out, then I would return for #57, whose name, by the way is Num (pronounced Noom, sorry, not sure about the tone).

So I pay my bill, and on the way out, I bump into Whan. She is sitting shyly in the corner, and she waves to me to get my attention. She says she arrived late, she's happy to see me, she gives me a huge smile (more than I got yesterday), followed by a cute hug. I was right, the return is an indicator of interest, and they take to that kindly. But I was already up and on my way out, so I persisted with my plan. I would hit a gogo bar or two, and if nothing better comes up, I would return and take my pick from Whan or Num.

So I walked over to Mandarin at 8:40 pm. I walked in, and there were around 8 girls on stage, with a further 4-6 milling about. The line up was interesting, eclectic.

My eyes were first drawn to a truly lovely looking specimen in the form of #69. She had a striking face, and an even more striking figure. Her face had an air of sophistication about it. She had a prominent forehead, large, lovely, cat-like eyes, with her face tapering to a great, full chin. Her features were perfectly symmetrical, and her eyes expressed a sense of confidence and contentment. I'm sure reality was a far cry from this appearance, but still.

Her figure was even more striking, as I say. She had long, beautiful legs. They were slimmer than Kumbu prefers, but they were just super sexy. Her hips were wide, but there appeared to be not a trace of fat on this girl. And yet, she was very curvy. She faced me fully, and the hour glass that was revealed boggled my grasp on the space-time continuum.

She looked at me ever so momentarily, and ever so slyly, before gently moving away. And moments later, a small smile crept across the sides of her lips. Oh yeah, we're both feeling it. She was doing a very gentle, but rhythmic undulation of her body, almost snake like in its waves from top to bottom. She was the serpent, and I was the weak-willed man, mesmerized by her movement and seductive glow. She really was alluring, and I was smitten.

Contrast this to chunky girl to Kumbu's right. She had heavy breasts, fat thighs, buck teeth, and was gyrating her body to ludicrous proportions. Meanwhile, she was looking at Kumbu unabashedly, almost calling out his name: "hey! You! Over here! Pussy, right HERE man!" No, that is not Kumbu's style.

Further to the right was a girl with the single largest, most well-shaped breasts I have ever seen in Pattaya. I know there are those with breast fetishes on this thread, and so I am here to tell you to make your way to Mandarin, to visit #98. She had these comically large glasses on, kind of like 1970's mom-glasses. I think it was designed to attract attention, that's all. But with those knockers clanging around dear, why detract with those silly glasses? They really were superb breasts, even for a non-breast man like myself. She was very dark skinned, but overall very cute and tidy. Moreover, those tatas were 100% real, and very obviously so. Nothing doctored about those DDs.

But my heart was slowly slipping away to #69. She was the air of elegance, with filigree intricacy and cool, confident class. The DJ did his blurb, indicating a switch in shifts, and my lass grabs hands with a steel-toothed friend and exits the stage. To my surprise, steel-tooth girl was headed my way. Oh dear, did steel-tooth girl friend take a liking to me, and not my targeted girl?

Steel tooth introduces herself, and tells me (to my delight) that her friend likes me. Like, yes, meaning she sees a mark, ok, I get it. I am very happy at this outcome, and so I invite both of them to sit.

My girl sits on my left, steely sits on my right, and my girl immediately takes my hand into hers and starts stroking. And when I looked at her, she smiled. Oohhhhhhh MY WORD. I thought she was pretty on stage, but when she smiled, goddam, it was the most gorgeous face I have seen in years. Really, I shit you not, this is worth the price of an airticket to Pattaya, just the face alone. Her name is Yok, 22 years old, from Isaan, etc. Etc. Etc. Her friend is {do not care}.

Steely keeps talking to me, and I have to look in her direction, but I keep looking back at Yok, and my word, she is a fine lady. Dark, milk chocolaty skin, smooth as the cocoa butter within. Her fingers are slender and utterly sexual, and her eyes, oh Buddha help me. Steely is trying to close the deal for her friend, no doubt expecting a tip. Some joking ensues about the beauty's bar number (69), haha, she does it, haha, it's her number, haha.

I ask her how long she's been in Pattaya, and she holds up two fingers and says "2 years". I then ask her if she has any kids, and she says yes, one. I ask how old, and she holds up two fingers, and says "2 years". Ah. Now we all know that correlation does not mean causation. Except in this case, I think it does.

I inquire about BF, and I am told 1500 before midnight, and 1000 after. Whoa, that's a bucket of cold water on my erection right there. 1500 for the BF, followed by a (likely) 3000ST? Nah, too rich for my blood, despite the textbook definition of beauty sitting to my left. So I concoct a story about meeting friends for dinner, and that I will return at midnight, and she says ok. I then tell her that despite this agreement, I am 100% sure that when I return she will not be here. She insists she will, but I tell her that tonight she will definitely be BFed, and I will be disappointed. She assures me again, relax you odd un-American American, I'll be here when you get back.

So I had a new plan. I would run over to get Whan / Num, ST her and be done by midnight, and then scamper over to Insomnia, see if I can locate the Surin beauty from last night, and if so, try to strike a deal. If that does not work, then hurry back to Mandarin to the awaiting Yok, who assures me that she will be there for me. Yok, therefore, would be the backstop in case Surin falls through. Strategy, my friends, strategy. Three shots at a double whammy for tonight, that's the plan. Seemed like a very frantic plan, but bear with me.

So I hop, skip and jump over to Living Dolls, eager to put my plan into motion. I get in, sit down, OJ ordered, and Whan runs over to me (literally). Great sign. She sits, puts her hands in my lap and starts hand dancing around. She puts one of my arms around her so the hand is placed firmly on her upper thigh / ass, and holds my other hand with her two dancing hands. We chat, giggle and joke for a while before I ask about the BF situation. 600 baht BF. Great, much more reasonable, but it is a 3000 baht pre-pay situation. Oh dear. This is a bad idea.

I've done this twice in the past. Once it worked out really well, and once it failed miserably. I know a few weeks ago there was discussion on either this thread or the BKK thread about pre-paying and how it eliminates motivation, and I grant you all that point. Plus 3000 for ST is high, IMHO, so I was not convinced. Hmm, what to do.

Sensing my hesitancy, she starts snuggling and stroking, all indicating that things will work out. She was working me for the commitment, and I was gradually crumbling. Alright, let me try this. Let me see how this works out, and if it works out well, great, I will be the king. But if it works out poorly, I will be out 4000 baht, and probably be skewered here on ISG. I know many of you object to this price point, but it's the high end of the market.

So I pull the trigger, she hops off to change. 10 minutes later, she returns, and we start the ball-crush back up WS. As we are walking, we are talking and kidding around, it augured well for the next few hours. When we got in, she looks around, giggles a little, and we sit down and sip some cold water. She smiles at me, and my heart melts. Such a goddam attractive face, it hurts to even remember it. A few minutes later, she retreats to the shower, and is in there for a good 10 minutes. Ok, clean is good. She comes out wrapped in a towel, and I go in. Wash, scrub, pull, yank, all good down there, and out I go.

When I get out, I see her lying on the lounger day bed area, fast asleep. Huh? What, is this a game? Was she pretending? I get closer to her, and I hear her breathing, and I see the relaxed facial muscles. Nope, this is the real deal. I just paid 3600 baht for a girl to come and take a nap in my hotel room. I look at the time and it is 9:30. Ok, not bad. I thought I could let her nap a little, take a picture of her sleeping, do a little bit of work, and then wake her up at around 10 pm. Hopefully, she will be refreshed, and we can go for an hour or so before kicking her out. We're all good still. She must have been really tired though. I know how that feels, to just fall asleep in the middle of doing something, so I can relate. See the attached picture of this beauty taking a cat-nap in my hotel room, and tell me that isn't one of the cutest things you've seen in a while.

At around 10 pm, she was not even stirring. She had not moved a muscle in 30 minutes, so I went over to check to make sure she was still breathing, and she was. So I left her for another 30 minutes. At 10:30 though, I was getting ancy. So I sat next to her and started stroking her hair. She slowly woke up, and suddenly realized where she was. She gasped, her eyes opened wide, and then she lay back exhausted and embarrassed. She apologized, then covered her face in embarrassment. Oh, she was so cute when she was embarrassed. Such a lovely thing, your cuteness goes a long way, that's for sure.

The stroking continued. I stroked her neck, then her shoulders, and then her upper chest. I slowly removed parts of the towel and stroked what was beneath. Her skin was soft, not as soft as Diamond in Bangkok (see earlier posts in the BKK thread), but still soft enough. But more importantly, her skin was. . . Tight. It was 22 year-old tight, the kind of texture and tension that can't be faked. This is a primary reason why lecherous old men like Kumbu salivate at the forbidden 22-year old: the skin of youth on a package that meets all standards for consent, and that has a little bit of sexual experience. Younger, and you lose the experience or consent, and older and you lose the skin (as well as other things, of course).

I moved the towel away to reveal her belly, while meticulously keeping the towel over her breasts and pussy. I stroked her belly and sides for a while, noticing that it was strangely distended. I mean, she was not fat, but just bloated. Was it her period? She made no intimations as such. She did not seem to have any qualms about coming with me tonight, so she was not particularly uncomfortable. So this made me think that this was her natural figure. A slightly larger than normal midsection, making for an almost apple-shaped body. Not really: she had a definite hour glass figure, but anyway, the belly was a tad bloated, I'm just saying.

So then I went down to her legs. I started kissing her legs too, and I went all the way down. Her legs were nice, very tasty, but the closer I inspected them, the more pedestrian they seemed. They were not long, they were not particularly shapely, and the skin was not anything of note. From a distance, her legs are quite sexy, but closer up (like nose-length away), not so much. Hmm, a little disappointed. I removed the towel from her breasts (keeping her pubic region covered still) and kissed around her breasts. This whole time she was still, not moving, and eyes closed, occasionally shifting to indicate pleasure. When I got to her breasts, I got no reaction whatsoever. She just lay there. I worked the breasts for a good 10 minutes, and I got nothing from her. Ok, maybe it doesn't do anything for her.

So I moved down to her pussy and slowly removed the towel. It was close cropped, revealing a pussy that kind of stood out. I mean, it actually protruded outwards slightly, like it was pouting or something. The lips were almost outward facing. The skin was a dark brown, with a purplish hue, in distinct contrast to the rest of her, which was quite light in color. So it was a little surprising to find such a dark pussy down here. I liked it a lot, it was just surprising. So I moved in for the suckly, and as I did, I noticed some white flecks on her pussy lips. Uh-oh. Before sucking, let's make sure things are clean down there.

What I found was a little off-putting. It was toilet paper. What exactly had she been cleaning for 10 minutes if not her pussy? It couldn't have been her butthole, or the rest of her body, since there just wasn't enough real estate to take a full 10 minutes. Anyway, I picked the 4 pieces off her lips, pinching her slightly on each piece, and she did not even react to this. I started to suck, and there was just a hint of odor there. It wasn't too bad, but it was not fresh as a freshly rained-on meadow, so to speak. I worked her for 10 minutes, with her giving out the occasional groan and mumble, so that was good. As I was doing this, I kept marveling at how perfectly gorgeous she was. I just can't get over how manicured, stylized and model-like she was. It was quite a scene.

As I warmed her up, I eventually stuck my tongue into her pussy, and I found that hard to do. Oh jeez, her pussy hole was so small, my tongue was having trouble getting in there. How on earth is little Kumbu going to get in there? There ain't anyway this is going to work. I lifted up her hips and gave her whole pussy a bottom to top swabbing with my tongue, and in the process took a look at her butt hole. What I saw there was just as petite as the pussy hole. Ugh, that's the thing with tiny girls, they come with tiny orifices. And little Kumbu, despite his name, needs a little bit of room to enter. I've had some pretty dismal experiences in the past with small ladies where the geometry of little Kumbu into little vagina simply did not work out, and we've had to go to alternative plans. Sheesh, what are we going to do?

I tried to pry that little worm hole open a little with my tongue, just to see what kind of flexibility this young little body had. But no going. It was hard and firm, quite puzzling really. No question about this being her hymen, but still, it was a remarkably tight pussy for a WG, especially one that has been in the business a full five months. Quickly doing the math, if she's BFed 3 times per week (conservative estimate), that's more than 60 customers she's been with in the recent past. Surely she had entrance issues with them too?

So I kept at the DATY, slowly warming her up more and more, but her eyes remained closed. And with her eyes closed, a gentle smile upon her face, I felt that old enemy within resurface. I had it once before, just a few days earlier in Bangkok, when I sucked on a pussy for 3 hours or so, and at the completion of that epic, I had no desire to bring the experience to a proper consummated end. And so I was feeling here again.

Stay with me guys. I'm not advocating paying these ladies to NOT fuck them. I'm not trying to promote that, or anything else for that matter. But sometimes, the pleasure that you pay for is not coital necessarily. I was gaining great pleasure by looking at this beautiful, warm, naked woman in my arms, pleasuring her, tasting her, touching her every inch. I was worshiping her body, as opposed to exorcising my ejaculate from within me and casting it into her. This hedonistic worshiping was worth every ounce of energy I expended yesterday, so heady was the feeling. And somehow, to fuck her seemed like it would spoil the experience. The whole experience would morph from something angelic and beautiful, to something baser, coarser, and more mundane. I've fucked hundreds, perhaps thousands, of Thai WGs over the last 25 years, and this would just be another one of those. But leaving it now, the way it was, would make it a much more memorable experience. At the risk of antagonizing the readers of this thread, I must confess that this is what I did.

I worshiped for another 10 minutes, doing her front side, flipping her over and making sure the backside was properly baked. I then flipped her over again and did some more. But in the end, I slowed the pace of my kissing and licking and stroking, and eventually slowed to a crawl, and then to a stop. I sat up, looked at her, eyes still closed, smile on her face, and exhaled softly.

She opened her eyes, and my heart skipped a beat. She said "You have condom?" and I said yes, but I don't want to do any boom-boom. A frown appeared, and she asked why. Had she done something wrong? I did my best 'it's not you, it's me routine', but she was puzzled. She did not argue the point (great for her, right?) But she wanted assurance that I was happy and that I would not be returning to the bar to lodge a complaint. I assured her.

She showered, and left without incident. I grabbed my clothes and ripped out of there soon thereafter, looking to continue this sexual bender through Pattaya.

[QUOTE=Goatscrot;1894580]I thought Sapphire had one of the worst collections of plastic surgery disasters I have ever seen in a Thai GoGo. Also very poor attitudes. I was the only non-Asian dude in there. Would give it a pass.[/QUOTE]I agree. Sapphire is all plastic. Take a look at hte FB page and you will see what I mean. The girls only want to make money from drinks and hardly give a thought about barfines. Most of them are well sponsored by wealthy patrons. The attitude sucks, the girls don't! It's got a great marketing and PR machinery, that is all.

I am not sure about the non-Asian bit though. The times I have been there I have seen only Caucasians all in the age range of 40 to 70.

I was going to say the same thing. Sapphire actually has very few Asian clients. I assumed because it wasn't on walking Street

The Sapphire girls barfine. I've barfined 7 different sapphire girls.

No current sapphire girl I would barfine again except Kob.

I have read each and every report of yours from the BKK thread and now in the Patts thread and someone in the DXB forum has also put it there for all users to read man your reports are like 3 d reading anyone will think he is in your shoes just by reading them. I have no word to thank you and the way you are writing but its an experience of a lifetime your reports are like going to a movie hall putting your 3 d glasses and enjoy the experience, you are doing this girl from living dolls DATY and I could feel my tongue having those crazy feelings.

No word man nothing to thank you:

Just a simple salute and bow down to your style of write ups: Never ever stop mongering and writing:

Cheers,

Alex

Well written and engaging report, as always, Kumbu.

Like the Thais say it's "up to you" as to how you want to spend your time in the loom with your girl.

For me fucking is very intimate and can be just as sublime as your pussy licking.

But different strokes (or lack thereof) for different folks I guess. .

I can't' wait to hear how you ended the night!

Sir, you are the master of the art of narrating mongering experiences. I have read all your reports here and in BKK thread. Every word of it. And I have no hesitation in saying that I have not come across such mongering masterpieces ever before.

Take a bow sir, and keep posting.

[QUOTE=BananaBoi;1895011]I was going to say the same thing. Sapphire actually has very few Asian clients. I assumed because it wasn't on walking Street

The Sapphire girls barfine. I've barfined 7 different sapphire girls.

No current sapphire girl I would barfine again except Kob.[/QUOTE]7 girls out of? A 100? And 1 that is worth repeating? At what costs?

Nah! Not my pint of beer.

Guys, thanks for the warm words of praise. I am immensely gratified that you appreciate the posts, especially the fact that you can see yourselves in these positions. My aim is always to provide a blow-by-blow account of my experience, in as much detail as I can remember. I'm glad that for at least some of you, this is working (reposting in the DXB forum?! That's wild).

Sadly, such write-ups take a lot of time. I have now returned to my penitentiary in the USA, and so the writing is taking just a little longer than normal. I wanted to let you know that the final two posts for Patts, and the final two posts for BKK will definitely be coming, just a little delayed. So stay tuned.

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1895430]

I have now returned to my penitentiary in the USA........ So stay tuned.[/QUOTE]I KNEW IT!

No wonder! There was something about Mary.

😎😝🙄

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1894969]But in the end, I slowed the pace of my kissing and licking and stroking, and eventually slowed to a crawl, and then to a stop. I sat up, looked at her, eyes still closed, smile on her face, and exhaled softly.


She showered, and left without incident. I grabbed my clothes and ripped out of there soon thereafter, looking to continue this sexual bender through Pattaya.[/QUOTE]Taking home a hot woman who ends up a starfish is the worst. You are so hungry for her. You touch her, you look at her, and you can imagine so vividly how she will be. You dream of what it will be like all the way back to your hotel. But then she just lies there. Argh. Simply climbing aboard and doing her can never match the fantasy, and it seems better (at the time anyway) to simply let her go and be only disappointed once rather than twice.

You can never really predict if a girl will be great in bed or a dud. I have had a couple super enthusiastic girls who I was expecting to blow me away end up being horrible experiences, and I had some that seemed shy who turned out to be really good. One of the most beautiful Thai girls I ever had, who I seemed to really click with and who spoke decent, conversational English and who totally had me drooling, was a starfish, and remained a starfish on a second visit. You just never know.

I will say that if you find a girl early that you really connect with, or at least think you connect with, go on and go for her. Why wait? What is an extra 500 for a BF if you are super turned on to her and are connecting? That is like and extra $15! I know, I know. A 1500 BF is crazy, and I have walked out of a couple of clubs when told that was the BF, leaving behind a couple super hot girls in the process, but in looking back am I glad I saved the $15? No, given with how the rest of evenings progressed thereafter each time, I feel stupid. Sure, I saved $15 and I stood up to the club and maybe got an attaboy or two from here, but so what? I either went home alone or ended up with a far less attractive girl. When in Pattaya, you have to be very careful to pass up the girl of your dreams over just a few measly dollars, or hoping that she will be there later or you will find someone better.

On a second point, there is often a reason why some BGs dress in outfits that hide much of their bodies. If the girl is half naked, you can see what she has. Tee shirts can hide the signs of mommiehood in an otherwise near perfect body. I am about to the point where if she is not in a bikini outfit I pass, as I have been disappointed several times by sagging stomachs and sagging breasts.

Anyway, the first few days in Pattaya can be daunting. Heck, the first few trips to Pattaya can be daunting for us more timid gentlemen. Hang in there bro!

[QUOTE=FLHawk;1895805]I will say that if you find a girl early that you really connect with, or at least think you connect with, go on and go for her. Why wait? What is an extra 500 for a BF if you are super turned on to her and are connecting? [/QUOTE]Yeah, I could not agree with you more, FL Hawk. Sadly, I did not do this, and I ended up losing the beauty #69 from Mandarin (see my next report). I probably should have taken her right there and then. A bird in the hand, and all that. But it all worked out for me in the end, as my next post details.

[I]My my, hey hey.

Rock and roll is here to stay.

It's better to burn out.

Than to fade away.

My my, hey hey.[/I]

Having just finished with Whan, and not having actually ejaculated, there was the very real chance that my energy would flag, I would slow, and I would just fade away tonight. Even though the imperative to copulate is perhaps the single greatest driving force in human experience, you can't fight the biology of fatigue. We've all been there, right? Where you are horny, girls are all around, but it is nearing 4 am and you throw in the towel. Hell, I did that the previous night, and luckily found a Beach Rd girl on the way back. But in actuality, the previous night, I had basically given up at the end of the night. And that's understandable: after an entire night of trawling the oceans of Pattaya for fish, your body just can't do it, and your energy fades away. I was determined to not let that happen tonight. I was determined that I would rather burn myself to a stub than to fade away quietly tonight.

And after that experience with Whan, I was feeling remarkably good. I was full of energy, and lots of drive, but I did not feel as desperate as I thought I might. No, I was in my zen zone, feeling calm and controlled. Whatever happened in this latter part of the evening was ok by me, but I would not give up until I found satisfaction.

First stop, fried rice and Americano at the place on WS. I ate up, drank up, and trotted the 300 meters or so down to Insomnia. Goon-frisked, I went upstairs to a very different club from the previous night. There was actual space to stand, and move about, and almost extend your arms outwards. It was luxurious. It was like moving from a Manhattan apartment to a beachside condo in Malibu. Moreover, and very importantly, there were still loads of girls available. I don't think the quality or quantity diminished in any measurable sense between Saturday and Sunday. I mean, after a certain point it makes no difference, right? There is no noticeable difference between 1 zillion dollars and 2 zillion dollars.

I did my regular walk around the club, and the ladies were falling off the walls. The ratio of men to women was probably 1:2, and the quality was high as well. I noticed the occasional forty-something, and the occasional heavy girl, but generally, the quality was there. I walked around, scoping, and allowing Kumbu to be seen, and made my way back to the spot where I had seen my Surin lady last: at the front, near the toilets. But she was not to be seen. Hmm. I had my heart set on her in particular, and was really hoping she would be here. So I waited 10 minutes or so at the front, before making another round.

This time, as I walked, I made a point of looking at every female face and matching it to my memory of last night. But nothing came up. She simply wasn't there. It's true that last night she had appeared at around 2:30 am or so, and right now it was 1 am. So maybe she would arrive later. I held out hope.

In the meantime, I decided to look for a back up. I did have a back-up back-up in the form of the gogo dancer Yok (#69) from Mandarin, so I was not stressed. So I stood there, at the front, near the bar, and enjoyed the beat of the music, the beauty that was all around me. I smiled at nothing in particular, and I felt the adrenaline and energy course through my body. I was alive, surging, feeling it right now. That non-fucking interlude with Whan was terrific. It had invigorated me without draining me, and I was feeling groovy.

And I think some of that groove was showing, because all of a sudden, I felt like the antelope amidst the lionesses. My elbow was nipped from my left, and there stood two girls. The first, closer to me, was the prettier of the two. She was early thirties, prettyish face, and attractive legs. Her friend was dour, looking upset, mid-thirties, with a somewhat haggard looking face. She was very thin, too thin, and looked like she had just come out of a long breakup. She definitely did not look like someone who should be in here, and definitely not someone I would hook up with.

But her friend was eager to push her on to me. She kept engaging her friend with me, getting us to clink drinks, and trying to encourage us to get it on. "Come on you two, you know you want to!" Umm, no, actually, we don't. Neither I nor her friend had any interest, and after 10 minutes of this, the pretty girl decided that she would go for me herself. This I could stomach, but compared to Yok, or the girl from Surin, this girl was in a different class entirely. I suspect she would be cheaper, although she was dressed slightly formally, meaning she looked like she was a little conservative and expected to be treated nicely. Not really my cup of tea right now, thanks.

So after a little informal chatting, I clinked drinks once more, and indicated that I was moving on, and I just walked away. Best move of the night.

I walked over to the left side of the club, and found a nice spot near the toilets down there. There is this little niche between the DJs booth and a big speaker where a goon sits and keeps watch. There were a bunch of white dudes who had that area to themselves, but I snuck in there and just planted myself there. They did not object, and to be honest, did not even notice me. We wispy brown boys often fly under the radar, kind of like busboys at a restaurant. It was an excellent spot to watch from.

There was a smoking hot girl on the dance stage right in front of me wearing a clingy one-piece dark blue dress. It was so short I thought she was wearing shorts, but it turns out it was a dress. Yikes, that is daring. She was dancing her heart out though, and the movements she was throwing in there were pretty damned wicked. We made eye contact once, and I felt the stirrings of little Kumbu. So I worked on her for about 10 minutes, thinking that maybe we can start a chat, and then I would inquire about her terms. But 10 minutes later, a large, muscular white dude with a crew cut and suave striped button-down shirt arrives on scene, and stands right next to her. And the rest is history: the white dude got the girl. End of story there.

So it was nearly 2 am now, and I had told Yok that I would return after midnight. Mandarin closes at 3 am, so I thought I had better get over there if I am to catch Yok. So I bolted, and went straight over to Mandarin, and when I entered, there were no customers. Half the girls were at a table on my left downing shots of tequila, and the other half were on stage, clearly drunk, just dancing like it were a nightclub. What a fucking life, man. Drunk every night, whether with a man or not.

I walked in and a girl slurs to me "Iiiiii knnnowwww youuuuueeewww". Yes darling, you know me like you know those dozen tequilas you have had tonight. Then another girl says "you came here earlier today!" Then people suddenly break into action, and I am dragged by four ladies over to a seat. Fresh meat! Fresh meat everyone!

They thought I was returning because I liked Mandarin, and that I was going to spend money on LDs and BF some random woman. The benefactor with deep pockets has arrived, let's make sure he never leaves! But no, I was there for a very specific purpose. I look around and do not see her. Uh-oh, it's as I suspected, she must have been BFed already. So I grab a waitress, who was perhaps the only one there not wasted out of her mind, and I say "I'm here to see Yok, #69, we agreed I would bar fine her tonight", and slowly the craze in the bar subsides. Oh, he's here for her, not for us. Boo. Where's my tequila?

One of the girls on stage calls me over and tells me that she BFed herself at 1 am. I had told her that I would come at midnight, and she waited an hour. So she has gone back to her own room to sleep. Sorry kaa.

Oh jeez. My back-up to the back-up just fell through, leaving me empty handed once more, holding nothing but my enflamed balls. I was disappointed not to be able to run my hands over that fine, fine 22-year-old body, but I was not that dejected. The night was still young, and while the Surin lady had not turned up in Insomnia, my energy levels were high, and my patience levels were even higher. So I was feeling cool. I walked out to the very vocal objections of the drunk girls in Mandarin, but their inebriation made them too slow-witted to do anything about it. I made a bee-line back to Insomnia.

I walked straight back to the spot I had been in before, near the DJ, in that niche with the white dudes. I spied a girl at the nearby bar, facing away from me, wearing short white shorts and a tight blue top. She had a short, chic hair-do, not the typical long-hair look that Thai girls go for, and that was very refreshing. She had a couple of beers in front of her, and was wiggling her bum to the music. Her legs and ass were really impressive. Legs were a tad slender for me, but ass was ultra rumptious.

I looked shamelessly at that ass wiggle left and right, and little Kumbu began to turn in the direction of the ass. Yup, little Kumbu had found his true north. As I am ogling, she turns her face and through the corner of her eye she sees me looking. Her head looks forward again, and a moment later it snaps back to see if I am still looking. Which I was. And she smiles.

I do nothing about it. I look away, just so as not to seem too desperate. I can see in my peripheral vision the bum wiggling still, and then I see (again, without looking directly) her turn her head once more, and I make sure to be looking the other way. Can't let her think she is in control. I need to be a little cool. Seeing the deer wander off into the woods, the hunter (she, in this case) needs to do something to draw the deer back. So she turns her body slightly, to make it easier to look at me, and she starts looking at me full time. I eventually look back at her, meet her gaze, and we exchange smiles. I lift my Heineken as if to toast her, and she smiles. I notice she has a lime in her mouth, just chewing on it like it's a piece of bubble gum.

I walk over, and see that she has three Corona beers in front of her. I ask her why she is so thirsty, does she plan to get drunk right this minute? She laughs and says that my friend gave them to her. My friend? I was completely confused by this (I'm here alone), but did not give enough of a shit to ask for clarification. I asked her her name, and said nice to meet you, and then she further explains the beer situation. Turns out one of the white guys I was standing near had spun some kind of wheel and won three Corona beers. He gave all three to the prettiest girl nearby, which happened to be her. Because I was standing near him, the natural assumption was that we were all friends. I could see that.

As she was talking, I was barely listening, but I was focused more on her assets. Her legs I already knew about. Her ass was as plain as day. But her breasts were worth figuring out, and they seemed non-existent. Fine, I'm happy with that, just so long as you don't have a hideous boob job. But her face, it turns out, was more revealing at close quarters. She was significantly older than her legs, ass, hair style (remember: short and chic) or clothing would suggest. All of these suggested mid-to-late twenties (which for me is the perfect age), while her face suggested late thirties. Quite a discrepancy, and I am inclined to believe what the face tells me.

I just lost interest in this girl. What a fucking spoiled child of a monger I am, right? Super hot, lovely bum wiggle, very well adorned, excellent legs, nice attitude. But nooooo, not good enough for Mr. Picky here. Kumbu must have more. Always more. Actually, it was something in her eyes which turned me off. She seemed a little off. A little unstable. A little hyper, actually. And that worried me. No reason to take the risk, there are plenty of other wiggling bums in the barrel.

So I nodded my head to her politely and walked back to my spot. She was a little puzzled by my sudden departure, and tried to reel me in for a few more minutes with her gazes, but I carefully avoided her eyes and looked at the other offerings on display. I continued my little eye-ball flirting with various other ladies for at least another hour before I started getting propositioned by a forty something lady. Well, not quite. She was clearly in her forties, but she did not seem to be propositioning me as much as scoping me out. It was odd, it was almost as if she was sussing me out for someone else. But I had been harassed enough by the forty-something crowd to know that such things rarely end well. I tried my best to avoid making eye contact with her, but she was an expert. She positioned herself such that anytime I looked rightward, I would have to see her, and I would have to try extra hard to avoid eye contact.

After 10 minutes or so, I eventually, by mistake, made eye contact, and I noticed she was just standing there looking at me, with a soft smile on her face. She was petite, with a thin figure, had long, straight hair. She was not dressed like a FL or a crazy nightclub girl, but more like a woman dressed for a night out. She had some very kind eyes, though, which softened me up a little, and I smiled back at her. It's ok Kumbu, you can show a little humanity. It's allowed once in a while.

She returned the smile, and she slowly approached me. To my surprise, I was not distressed at all by this. She seemed genuinely non-threatening, and I was happy to interact with her. I did not see this going very far, but there was no need to be mean to this girl, I mean woman, the way I had been to the fat ugly girl from last night. She approached, and stood near me, and asked if she could sit down. Turns out she was tired. Her feet were probably swollen, her ankles must be hurting, and her back probably ached. I know, because that's how I felt. And there was a stool right next to me, so I offered it to her. She smiled, and gratefully sat down. I could sense the relief in her body as she sat down.

A few moments later, her companion arrives, and the night suddenly looked very, very interesting. The first thing I noticed about this companion girl was her eyes. Her eyes were thin, but pointing ever so slightly upwards. But they were very well spaced, and there was fire within them. She was not docile, nor was she dumb. Her eyes showed spark, interest, imagination, and desire. The eyes were also very naughty. You could tell this girl wanted to have fun, just unbridled fun. Her eyes spoke to me, and they said something about magical sex. Check.

The second thing I noticed was that she was much younger than her companion sitting next to me, perhaps in her early-to-mid twenties. Check.

Third, she had a gold piercing in her eyebrow, a crystal stud in her nose, and a fancy pin in her navel. Ah, piercings, great, this indicates a troubled background, perhaps involving abuse of some kind. Check.

Third, she had three tattoos: one was a dragon (or something) above her left breast, a second was a flock of birds behind her left ear, and the third was a tattoo of a tiger across the entirety of her exposed back. Excellent, tattoos indicate a plea for attention. Check.

Fourth, her hair was peroxide dyed, but not in the Japanese / Korean style. This indicated again, a plea for attention. Check, check.

Fifth, her hands were immaculately manicured, with really long, sexy fingernails. This indicates hygiene and attention to self. This is very important to me. Check again.

Sixth, her skin was slightly on the dark side, which is great because it indicates low self confidence. In Thailand, if you are dark skinned, you are not good enough. Check, check, check.

And finally, her limbs looked long and athletic. She was clearly a physical person, with excellent physical coordination, and this portends well for a roll in the sack together. Big, sexy, leggy check.

So all the ingredients were there for the most calculating and exploitative Mr. Kumbu: young, troubled background (willing to do nasty shit), seeking attention (willing to please, if that means attention), but very meticulous about hygiene, and super sexy body. What else could you want?

She walks up to her friend and takes a quick gander at yours truly. She smiles at me, and holds my gaze for at least 3 seconds, during which I feel a fucking buzzsaw start up in my pants. She then goes back to talking with her friend. We hang there for 5 minutes or so, until she starts looking around for a stool. There was one behind me, so I pulled it out and offered it to her, like the true gentleman I pretend to be. Some ooohs ring out from the crowd of watchers (everyone is always watching everyone in that place). One of the waitresses comes over and slaps me on the back, like I had just saved an endangered monk seal pup from the blades of a trawler or something. Chivalry, it seems, is dead here, but certainly not forgotten.

So now I have this cutie sitting right in front of me, like 2 cm away from me, and she keeps swinging herself back and forth to take a look at me. So we just have to talk, there's no way around it. I ask her her name, Mina is the response. Nice, I once banged a Mina from that gogo place directly opposite Angel Witch (search for Mina, you will find a report about that). While this clearly was not that same Mina, the name has very positive vibes for me, and so I was pleased. I told her about myself (name, from America, etc.). She says a few things in Thai to her friend, and her friend then does a wai to me, gives me a small little hand wave, and she walks off.

Hmm, this really did look like a set up now. It was almost as if this older sister brought Mina along, scoped me out for her, set her up with me, and when things looked like they might work, she took off. The little pup could now hunt for herself, and did not need the elder there to guide her anymore. And all of that was fine with me, since this pup, as it were, was turning little Kumbu inside out with anticipation.

She was wearing denim shorts and a white halter top, revealing a bare midsection. And that midsection was as tight as midsections are allowed to be. I mean, human body regulations stipulate the tightness of midsections very carefully, and Mina had just reached the limit here. Moreover, her butt looked very orbital and full, just as Kumbu prefers them. You add all of this together, and you have a winning combination.

The big white dude who had been chugging whiskey all evening right next to me suddenly gets up and starts to walk out. One of the waiters asks him incredulously where he is going, and he says very matter-of-factly 'Home. It's 3:30. It's late' and off he goes. Aha, here's my cue. I said to her 'see him? It's late, time to go. I am going back to my hotel room too. You want to come with me?

She looks at me, and I kid you not, she smiles shyly, coos, and then she brings her face into me and cuddles in my neck. It was like 'I'm so happy you picked ME!' So off we go, walking up WS at 3:30 am. As we walk, I notice how leggy she is. Her legs are long, and really very lanky. Perhaps lanky is not the right word, but both her arms and her legs were longer than you usually expect from a Thai girl. She was kind of boy-like in that respect. And she walked with a certain tom-boyishness, which I like a lot. I asked her if she was athletic, and she said she does not run, she can't swim, but she used to do muay thai until just six years ago. I asked her how old she is now, and she said 22 (yes! So she stopped muay thai at age 16, and she said it was because she could not find any other girl opponents, and no boy opponents would fight her. If they won, they get no credit for beating a girl, and imagine what would happen if they lost to a girl! So there was no upside to it for them, and so she had no opponents ever.

This was very intriguing to me. I've never done it with such a physical, athletic and yet ultra sexy Thai WG before. This was going to be good. Another thing I discovered is that she is in Pattaya because her brother owns a bar on Soi Buakhao. So she is in Pattaya to help her brother run the bar, and she does the FL work to make some money on the side. She makes a point to not do it near her brother's bar because that would just be weird. So she is truly an amateur at this, and she just likes the idea of sex with falang who will pay. She's never had a child, and has had 3 boyfriends in the past, all of whom were buttplugs. I'm paraphrasing slightly there.

We get into the hotel, and sit and chat for a while. She then goes in for a shower, and then it is my turn. When I get out, she is in her towel, sitting on the edge of the bed, clearly a little bit nervous. So I sit with her and we talk some more, holding hands. Gradually she loosens up. I forget what happened, but I cracked some kind of joke and we both bust out laughing, like rolling on the bed laughing, and suddenly we were off to the races. Hands all over each other, groping, kissing, stroking in a feverish manner. The ice had been well and truly shattered. The towel came off, and Oh. My. Fucking. Gawd.

This girl had a body, like, ka-BOW ka-BOOM! It was as if she had been custom built for picky old Kumbu here. Breasts: A-sized, so not worth discussing. Waist: tiny, fatless, and tight as can be. Hips: disproportionately wide and well rounded. Ass: large, round, globe-like, and firm as you could ever hope for. Legs: long, strong, extremely shapely with perfect proportions.

Her legs are definitely worth an honorable mention. Her thighs were strong, shapely and fatless. I mean I could feel the muscle underneath the skin, even when the muscle was not flexing. And this was true even on the back side of the thigh just below the butt, which is where many women retain much of their fat (there, plus the belly). Her thighs lead to knees that were not knobbly in the slightest. In fact, it was almost as if she had no knee cap, so elegant and smooth was the transition from thigh to shin. I spent a good hour later that night kissing her legs, and much of the time was spent around that knee, trying to understand the engineering marvel that it was. Her calves, though, were the coup de grace. They were also strong, and shapely, and thick just to the right thickness (I. E. , substantial without looking thick). They were the calves of an athlete, which means they looked really prime and impressive. The calves tapered nicely to ankles that were slender and delicate. The proportion of lower leg to upper leg was also just right. Often (especially with East Asian women), the lower leg is disproportionately short compared to the upper leg, but not her.

So I am busy kissing her shoulders and her arms, when suddenly she gets all shy. She scrambles beneath the blankets and hides there. No, no, no, my dear, this will not do. I must see you. I tried to coax her out of the blankets, but she was adamant. I kept trying, and when it did not work, I decided to join her underneath the covers. But I really wanted to see her full body, out in the open, for my personal visual edification. It would make me a better man, I would see her and other women in a better light, I would gain more respect for women (and their naked bodies when splayed before me for my own gratification). But alas, she would not budge.

So I talked to her, to once again put her at ease. It's hard work being a lecherous man, you know. We spoke about her hometown, we spoke about her childhood, and then we got to the topic of muay thai again. I told her that I both liked it and feared her that she used to do muay thai. But then I frowned a little and said, "Wait, I think you kohok (lie). I don't think you can do boxing. You just say like this so I get scared of you. " She bristled at this suggestion. Her eyes opened wide, and her teeth showed in a kind of playful snarl: it was GREAT! She insisted she knew how to do boxing and kicking. I said, ok, show me. So I stood up, butt nekkid, little Kumbu half erect and bobbing left to right, and I adopted a boxing stance, egging her on. She slapped her hand onto her face and laughed and laughed at the sight of hairy, naked, semi-erect Kumbu feigning a fighting stance. I'm no fighter, and that is obvious, which only added to the hilarity of the situation. I must have been so transparent. I stood on the bed over her, little Kumbu hanging right down towards her, daring her to smack this dick right down.

She took the bait. She stood up, and adopted a sparring stance, naked. I put my arms up to defend myself, and she came at me. She came with a left, which I did not expect, but she soft-balled me to begin with, so I easily parried her blow. But that was the decoy, because without me knowing it, she expertly swept my legs out beneath me, and I fell flat on my ass on the bed, little Kumbu whacking my belly, then the bed, then my thigh. Ouch. She laughed, and I smiled, and enjoyed the scene of her naked body standing above me, in full view. I don't know about you, but I've never enjoyed such an experience with a Thai WG. They tend to be more formal when we get back to the hotel. That's a strange word to use, but I mean it in the strictest sense. Thai WG usually follow the prescribed form for when one gets back to the hotel: shower, slowly warm up, please the man, shower, take money and leave. But this girl was willing to break that mould and indulge in some rather personalized actions. I love it.

Here, now, lying naked at her feet, I was able to fully assess the extent of this girl's physical prowess. Her breasts were, granted, very small. But other than that, we had the archetypal Kumbu physique. Her waist was slender and tight, her hips were wide, her ass was bulging with firm, global flesh, and her legs were long, strong, proportional and very curvy. What struck me, though, was how lanky her limbs were. She really had long arms and legs, which is unusual in Thai WGs. I could totally see how she would do muay thai, and moreover, I could see in the way she moved how naturally athletic she was. She moved with a certain ease, a grace that most Thai WGs do not possess, and I am certain in a foot race between me and her, she would be the victor, as would she in a fist fight. But in a fuck fight, well, she may have met her match. Let's see, shall we?

I stood up, ready to concede the fight, but as I stood up, she took the fighting stance again. This little rascal was enjoying whooping my ass! Ok, let's do it sister, and this time I won't hold back. So I took a half step back, bent my knees, put my fists up, and got ready for whatever expert boxing move she had. We slowly, cautiously circled each other on that king sized bed, no one willing to make the first move. Finally, she took a little playful jab with an open hand toward my protecting hands and I slapped it away with my opposing hand. She did it again, and I slapped it away again. She tried with the other hand, and I slapped it away with the corresponding opposing hand. I then lashed out gently in a similar fashion and suddenly she round-house kicked me right on the side of the head. Whack!

As I was falling, I was (1) horribly humiliated, (2) very angry at her, (3) in great pain on the side of my head, and (4) as fucking turned on as I can ever remember! All I saw was the sight of her crotch as her leg came up to whack me upside my head. Yummy. The blow to the head obviously knocked me off balance, and I landed on the bouncy bed. But with my right arm, I pulled her planted foot out from under her, and she fell to the bed too, both of us bouncing on that bed, nearly breaking it. We laughed and laughed, and after that, the shyness was all done.

She apologized for whacking me so hard, and so she cuddled with me a little, holding my head to her breasts. I played along for 23.5 seconds or so before it became a sexual thing and I started kissing her breasts. I kissed and kissed all over, moving myself onto her and squashing as much breast flesh as I could find together into my hands. I would squash it all together and then try to suck as much of it as I could in one go. She enjoyed that, as did I. I then moved down to her washboard abs, kissing and stroking and enjoying the pleasure of a fit midsection. I kissed the piercing she had in her navel, and I wanted to suckle it a little, but I quickly realized the folly of that plan.

So I moved on down to the real deal. In previous posts, I have provided great detail of how I went about the DATY. But to save Jackson some bandwidth, let me just stipulate that I used many of the same tricks as before, but this time I was not allowed near her asshole. She was very wary of that, and I could only guess why. But that's ok with me. There are plenty of other treats available here.

Her pussy was also very clean, with no odor besides the very warm, natural odor of the woman herself. She too had a smaller than normal clit (what is it with small-clit Thai women? And I had to pull the same technique as I did with my Diamond from BKK a few nights earlier. And it worked like magic. She was getting hotter and hotter, and moaning louder and louder. It took a good 30 minutes, but in the end, she finally did climax, and it was very obvious too. When done, she grabbed me by my hair and yanked me off her, tossed me to the side like the piece of garbage that I am and whimpered just a little.

Poor thing was over-sensitive, and needed to be left untouched for a few moments. She was breathing heavily, and she was hiding her face, and whimpering. I remained silent, keeping my distance, partly because I know what it is like to be over-sensitive after orgasm, and partly because I feared if I got too close, she would clean my clock with a single blow to the temple. A few moments passed, perhaps 60 seconds, and she looked up at me and smiled sheepishly. She whispered something about how I was not supposed to be able to do that, and then she whimpered a little more. I got the feeling that she had not orgasmed for quite a while. A good, well-practised DATY expert like Kumbu is often the liniment for that particular ailment.

We stayed in that position for a further 2-3 minutes, while little Kumbu began to fade. Hmm, I was not feeling that need to avoid sullying the memory of this DATY without sex, like I had with Whan earlier that night and Diamond in BKK a week earlier. No, I wanted to fuck this girl, and I wanted to fuck her hard. It might have had something to do with the fact that she round-house kicked me in my head, or perhaps it was that I had been erect and oozing precum for 5 of the last 8 hours (2 hours with Whan, with no ejaculation, and 3 hours with this girl). Whatever the reason, little Kumbu was on the express bus to pussy town, one way or another.

But she was feeling really sensitive, and she did not want to be touched. So I decided to keep myself active by gently jerking myself off. Well, jerking myself *off* implies to ejaculation, doesn't it? That is not what I was doing. I was just stimulating little Kumbu to try to maintain the stiffy, to keep the juices flowing while she recovers, and then we can go at it in good faith.

She sees me doing this and she moans. The moan was not 'oh man, he wants to have sex,' it was 'oh man, I have failed him in that he has to pleasure himself when I am unable to do it myself. ' So she slaps my hand away from little Kumbu indignantly, as if I had intruded on her turf. She grabs the little guy by the scruff of the dick and sticks him gruffly into her mouth. Now, I tell you, that takes some level of commitment. I've always wondered how women are able to just stick a dick into their mouths. If I were a woman, I would be the kind that we here on ISG all despise: the kind that refuses to offer BBBJ. It seems like a nasty business, but in this case in particular. You see, little Kumbu had been precumming for hours, and there were gobs and gobs of the stuff all over him, and being released in streams all the time. And she just stuck him in her mouth and sucked away, very happily. Impressive.

Her technique was not that great. Actually, let's be frank here, it was pretty bad. She was somehow stretching the base of little Kumbu, causing pain there, and teeth kept getting jammed into the head, causing pain there. But occasionally, in between those pangs of pain, she got some good rhythm going and it was actually pleasurable. The way I thought of this was it was just a way to maintain a stiffy while her pussy regains its ability to be pounded, so it does not matter how good she is. Once in a while, I would offer her encouragement (when she was in her rhythm), and when things got painful, I would gently ease her away from those actions. Yes, Ajan Kumbu is always thinking about imparting wisdom to the next generation.

I let this go on just as long as I could, until I sensed that she was ready to go at it. I figured this out because she came closer to me and let me stroke her ass and her legs again: a surefire sign that her sensitivity has subsided. But suddenly I had her ass available to me to grope rather freely, so rather than end the BBBJ and move on to the sex, I thought I would indulge in some ass groping for a while. And oh boy what a great decision. Her cheeks were full, firm, round and gorgeous. The skin was not quite as smooth as I would have liked, but it was definitely a Grade A ass.

But the interesting thing was her butt hole itself. I'm not sure how to describe this, but let me try. If you imagine looking at a woman's ass as she stands naked, facing away from you. Mmmmm, yummy. . . Ok, focus Kumbu. Right, imagine her two butt cheeks, and imagine the spot that is the apex of the curvature on each ass cheek. This is the spot that is the most distant from the center of her body, that protrudes the furthest. Ok, got it? Now, imagine that you are a tiny, horny little man, the size of a small coin, and your job is to find your way into her warm, aromatic asshole. You are standing at the peak of her butt, so what path would you take into her asshole? Well, you would simply turn inwards, and take the most delightful carnival slide down the slope of that cheek into the abyss below, right? You're all with me? We've all had that fantasy, right? It can't have been just me.

Well, with her, that carnival slide took a very precipitous route. It wasn't like a gentle, even slope into the butthole, no, somehow there was a full--on canal between the outside of her ass cheeks and into the actual surface of the butthole. So her ass cheeks closed off in the middle, and there was a well defined canal that was a good 2 inches in length that eventually lead to her asshole. Usually, when you grab an ass, you can finger the asshole right there. But her asshole was hidden down this 2-inch well, the well of assholes, so to speak. It was unusual, a physical characteristic that I have never seen before. She was a little wary of this, and as she realized that I was discovering her little oddity, she pulled her ass away from me.

So she then drops little Kumbu from her mouth. I find the Trojan, and so it began.

Her pussy was still very wet, and despite the dryness of my unlubricated Trojan, I had no issue with entrance. Little Kumbu's head slipped right in, perhaps a little too fast, so I pulled back a little. I don't like to go straight into the full-on fucking right away, preferring to warm up to it. I inserted the head a little and just sat there for a moment, on my knees, partially inserted in this beautiful, athletic young woman. She was on her back, knees bent and closed tightly against my shoulders, back arched in tension, and mouth open in a silent scream. I held that position, moved my head (the one on my shoulders) around a little until I had just the right vantage point, and took a mental picture of that image. Mmmm, scrumptious.

So little Kumbu was just barely inside of her. I looked down and saw her lips fold outwards, and the bulge of the head forcing open her vagina. Rather than push my way in, I just undulated my hips a little, thereby rotating little Kumbu ever so slightly. This had the effect of pushing open her vagina in all directions. It was like if you have a straw in a glass of lemonade and you want to stir it, you stir the straw, keeping it straight, but turning it with your hand in this small concentric circles. That's what I was doing: stirring her pussy with my little Kumbu straw.

She murmured, not sure if out of pleasure or confusion, but it did not matter. The stirring lasted 20-30 seconds only before I stopped and pulled the head out, just to the surface of her pussy. I then started fresh, inserting little Kumbu's head in, just the head, and holding in that position. There was pressure ahead, meaning her pussy had been opened up with the stirring, but only the opening section. Inside, the flesh was all compacted and pressure packed, like a fresh, maiden snow pack awaiting the ice breaker that is little Kumbu. I raised myself off my knees and assumed the regular missionary position, her knees firmly against my hips, and her feet tied behind me around my ass.

I did a very short stroke into her, like 1 inch or so, held it, then pulled back. Then repeated this. And again. A total of 7 times, and on the 8th stroke, I inserted little Kumbu 3 inches. She gasped. But then I pulled back to the 1-inch cycle, and did 7 repetitions of this 1-inch insertion, and on the 8th repetition, I went 3 inches in. Again, she gasped. I repeated this whole thing (7 x 1-inch, followed by 3-inch) something like 3-4 more cycles, before I changed it up.

Now I moved to a slight variation of this. My short insertion was 2-inches, and my long insertion was 5 inches, and I did this whole cycle something like 5-6 times. And then I moved on to my third and final set, where the short insertion was still 2-inches, but the full one was the length of little Kumbu. I did this once, and she winced in pain. Little Kumbu is somewhat of a misnomer, since his length sometimes does penetrate too deep within Thai women. So despite this girl's strength and athleticism, she could not handle the full Kumbu. Just as an aside, Diamond, the girl I was banging back in BKK, could handle the full Kumbu. That's one of the advantages to picking tall girls.

So I decided to switch things up. Rather than working on the length dimension, I decided to play around with the angles. I imagined little Kumbu was a submariner, you know, one of those guys that does underwater diving with a dive helmet. Google the words "dive helmet" and you will see what I mean. So this intrepid explorer, with his bulbous head, is interested in discovering all the different caves, canals, channels and crevices within this beautiful woman's vagina. My goal, therefore, was to rub little Kumbu along every internal surface of this girl, to see what works for her and what does not.

This means that I now switched from your traditional pumping motion, to a more exploratory motion, involving just some gentle shifting in weight and direction. She was a little puzzled by this, but I ignored her puzzlement. I was entirely fixated on the senses coming to me from little Kumbu, trying to understand the topography of the inner sanctum of this lovely lady. I lifted my body high, using the entrance to her vagina as a fulcrum for little Kumbu, which meant that the head was pointed low into her vagina. I explored the floor of her vagina, moving in and out, left to right. I found in the end that I still needed to pump in and out, just to keep her interested, but also to maintain a systematic method to exploring the landscape. In the end, I found nothing of any note, there, actually.

I repeated this for the left wall, and then the right wall. All of this was fun, and it took up 3-4 minutes of coital bliss, but then I lowered my body, thereby pointing little Kumbu upwards, and started exploring the roof of the vagina. This is where she really came alive, to my surprise. So my body was low, balls rubbing against the bed, her vagina acted as the fulcrum, thereby lifting the head of little Kumbu high against the roof of the vagina, and the top of little Kumbu was therefore pressing up against the inside of her belly. And I probed left and right until up in the right corner of the vagina, I got a sudden and very hot response from her. She gasped and arched her back suddenly. I was not sure if it was pain or pleasure, so I stopped, and her fingers dug into my back, urging me on. Aha, so you likey?

I had found a pleasure center for her. G-spot, I don't think so, at least not according to most descriptions of where this is. But it is not surprising that different girls have pleasure centers in different parts of their vaginas. So I had found one which was working for her, and so I forged ahead. My role had switched from intrepid explorer to an agricultural settler. My job was now to till this most fertile of land into something productive: an orgasmic crop of epic proportions.

I was tiring at this point, and little Kumbu wanted some kind of reward for his multiple-hour effort, going all the way back to his patience with Whan, earlier in the evening. I understand little fella. Thanks for your patience, and I will most definitely make sure you get yours, ok? But she was urging me on, digging her fingernails into my back and into my upper arms, her legs wrapped around my ass, helping me pump, regulating the speed, ensuring that I don't slow down. Ay, the end was nigh.

As I approached the final reckoning, I went for broke. No more of this tactical stroking, no more 'let's explore' bullshit. Now it was [B]fucking[/B] time, hard core. I wriggled my ass free from the leg-vice grip she had me in and unfurled my wings. Little Kumbu revved up for this final lap, and off we went. I pulled out almost entirely, then plunged in 80% of the way (I could not go in 100% because it would hurt her), and then back out. This was as close to a full stroke as I could get, and I did it to my own rhythm. This was Kumbu pleasuring Kumbu, something I think I deserved at this point. The feeling of just fully fucking this girl, right down into her core, was so satisfying, so fulfilling, it produced a moment of clarity, a singularity of consciousness, that turned my mind inside out. Everything was glowing, everything was radiating heat, everything was energy, there was nothing that was unworthy of praise, and the world was a good place. In and out, in and out, pulled all the way out, and plunged deep, deep into this woman, ah yes, this is the essence of male sexual expression.

The expression gained in intensity, and little Kumbu went from making a low-level murmur to mid-level pitch, raising the tessitura in the process. But a few moments later, the tessitura raised once more, slowly winding up, raising to the unmistakable crescendo that we all know and recognize. And as we approached, little Kumbu was now in a full-throated countertenor, releasing all energy and all emotion into the action of fucking. As I tipped over that summit and began the sudden descent into freefall, my body joined the chorus, with all my muscles straining to participate. It was a full-body orgasm, an orchestral supernova, searing in intensity and utterly, utterly satisfying.

I crashed down onto her, both of us sweaty and panting, and she held my head to her breast as she muttered incoherently in the Isaan language.

I don't remember what happened after that. I think I fell asleep, little Kumbu still inside her, condom on, pussy juice all over my face still. I awoke later that morning sleeping next to her, all cleaned up somehow. The details of the ensuing morning fuck will come in my next post. But I close this post simply by saying that all the hunting, digging, walking, and negotiating was all worth it in the end. This was an experience for the ages, and one that I will cherish. The fact that I blacked out afterwards tells you about the intensity of both the lead up to the act, but also the act itself. Yes, the addiction has been well and truly fed, thereby ensuring that the Chronicles of Kumbu will most certainly continue for years to come.

Now, that was incredible! I really think you ought you try writing hard core romance and sex novels about your worldwide adventures. Use a pseudonym, if your penitentiary warden won't allow you to use your real name! I am being serious now! You really are a talented dude, and an awesome writer to boot!

And, I am so happy that you ended up with the best of happy endings! I just wish I were at Insomnia tonight! Alas, I gotta wait for about 6 months.

Thanks again dude! May the force be with you. Hang on. No! Since you are probably a Vulcan or some other alien life form I will just 🖖 🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖

Oh Kumbu the great!

WOW! What can I say?! This is perhaps the best report you have ever written. Your "Old Man and the Sea"! Beautiful beautiful prose. I will be reading and rereading this shot story for years to come.

In many cities around the world they have bronze status for the great writers. We should figure out a way to honor you in the same spirit here on ISG. You are a treasure of our mongering nation.

A couple of inital comments as I digest and dissect this epic tome:

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1895849] I just lost interest in this girl. What a fucking spoiled child of a monger I am, right? Super hot, lovely bum wiggle, very well adorned, excellent legs, nice attitude. But nooooo, not good enough for Mr. Picky here. Kumbu must have more. Always more.[/QUOTE]I know what you mean. Isn't it funny how quickly we can get so picky? The girls we brush aside here we'd be daydreaming about if we met them back home. Sometimes this pickiness can hurt us. But this night you were rewarded by an experience of a lifetime. So I guess it may payoff in the long run.

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1895849] Now, imagine that you are a tiny, horny little man, the size of a small coin, and your job is to find your way into her warm, aromatic asshole. You are standing at the peak of her butt, so what path would you take into her asshole? Well, you would simply turn inwards, and take the most delightful carnival slide down the slope of that cheek into the abyss below, right? You're all with me? We've all had that fantasy, right? It can't have been just me.][/QUOTE]WTF?! How do you come up with this stuff? You had me in tears with this one, my friend. I will never look at a girls' buthole again without imagining I am a "horny little man the size of a small coin". . 555!

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1895894] I think I fell asleep[/QUOTE]I know I did after the first sentence. This shit is why posts should be limited for no talent(wanna-b) romance novelists! How about practicing your fifty-shades on pen and paper!