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Part 1.
For those who have been long awaiting a Monkeypaw style report, Christmas has come early this year and Santa having ho ho hoed for the last two weeks or so, has granted your wish to cure you of this thing called boredom. And "no," I don't want nor do I need anybody to sit on my lap, not even the hottest Go Go bars girls, because then it means that they are something special to me and therefore can tie me down. I'm a Playboy, by nature (so basically I monger to save from breaking the normal girls' hearts and not really a monger), so nobody on this planet is that particular to me to get that privilege.[/QUOTE]Part 2 or Part "Deus".
Honestly, after reading some of these thoughtless discussion about BBFS+CIP, whether game is needed (for the 100th time), and advice on trophy girls in the top Go Go bars (from so called sexperts who don't even step foot inside of them), Monkeypaw is really tempted to immediately instill some useful knowledge to the minds of the mindless. Because for one, it's the Monkeypaw thing to do, correct those who need correction. You know, it's like the feeling you get when you see another member brag about a PSE experience with a hot piece of ass he just met off ThaiFriendly, but then posts a pic of something that looks more like a ladyboy instead of a girl? But also, since I have a history of volunteering and doing charity work with those with mental disabilities, those who need some enlightenment will always hold a soft spot in the Paw's heart and another one between the Paw's balls. So after a few minutes of head nodding and chuckling at some of these posts, I have to restrain myself from intervening because Monkeypaw does have a report to finish. And sometimes I like to let others dig their own graves deeper, knowing Monkeypaw holds the final trump cards. Yes, mercy on your souls, shall Monkeypaw ever decides to pull them out. However I did ask God, (as if I didn't know the answer already), "Why would God create those whose seem brainless?" God answered, "The devil can create as well."
Onwards to the second part of my report which I like to call, "the fall from grace in order to ascend. " The previous trip (before this last 2 week excursion) in Pattaya was a month long, and ended in just a "meh" and not a bang. In messaging with a few members on the board, I told them that basically my last 5 girls on that Pattaya trip were barfined repeat of girls that I have fucked before. The girls were still hot (plus or minus a kilo or two), the Go Go bar experience was still entertaining, and their service was still excellent, but there was absolutely no challenge whatsoever in getting them. That made me bored. Monkeypaw always likes challenges, but at that time, the Paw found himself in a little rut. So I made like the wind and broke for Tijuana, only to be met with a bunch of non hygienically clean big assed Mexicanas to which I reported on in the Tijuana thread. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, and I am who I am, so I was utterly disgusted and limited my activities to just simply searching for the best shrimp and fish tacos while in Mexico. I regrouped and then headed back to Pattaya to meet up with those who wanted to experience the Monkeypaw in living color action, especially FL Hawk. That dude can write and write. Sometimes I re-read his reports so I can get sleepy and want to take a nap. Still that's some good shit there! If FL Hawk weren't doing what he does, my dad would hire him just to follow me around and be my personal scribe. We wouldn't pay him though, perhaps offer him a little salvation in exchange for his work. All FL Hawk has to do is document Monkeypaw's life experiences and teachings just like they did with Jesus. But he should probably help out if anybody gets the urge to nail my ass to a cross. Now back to Pattaya and the girls. I needed a slump buster and somebody to break the rut that I was in. Urban dictionary defines a "slumbuster" as:
When you're in a slump, you need an easy score to get your confidence back up and break*the slump, a slumpbuster. Often this means lowering your standards, and sleeping with someone you would never otherwise associate with. The term is obviously negative, and can even damage the reputation of someone who uses it; it implies that the "slumpbuster's" only purpose is to screw someone who's desperate for sex, and also implies that the person invoking the term uses women for sex.
So the first thing I did when I arrived to Pattaya was headed off to Soi 6. Tons of slump busters there, but I was looking for a particular, magical one that "the transcended" of Pattaya always talked about. Now if you are a seasoned monger and you know your shit about Pattaya, and of course, believe in a little luck. There is an urban legend about a crossed eyed, Thai girl, that works at the Thai Rose Bar, on the right hand side as you enter Soi 6 from Second Road. Rumor has it, that guys from all around the world, near and far, come to her when they see their luck with girls as running out or they don't have any at all. Meaning their sorry asses keep on getting rejected over and over by the better looking girls all their lives and at all the pay for play venues in Pattaya. In some parts, she is also known to some, as a ceremonial "right of passage" into manhood, that must be partaken for first timers in Pattaya. Hence, that's why you see a lot of farang dads bring their late teenage sons to Son 6 in order to break them into fucking girls. But I was only in a little rut, so no big deal for me. Those who have experienced her magic previously had given me some good advice before I ventured into her lair. I was told, the key here, is not to stare at her directly in the eyes, at least in the beginning. Just like the Medusa they warned. Hell, I'm not even sure that is possible with one eyeball looking one way, and the other one spinning around and doing loops in its socket. Whatever the case, I kept in mind to minimize looking directly into her gaze, wherever in which direction it may be. When I arrived at Thai Rose, I asked the girls up front about "she who has no name" and just pointed to my eyes. They took me inside and led me to her. I paid the 1000 to her and 300 for the use of the room, no drink required. I was there for some serious game changing luck, not because I was thirsty. I had that, I mean business look on my face, that often intimidates most people, so there was no push for me to buy anything else. Besides it was like only 2 pm and they had no other customers.
I had two choices here: 1. I could throat fuck her deeply until I cum or 2. I could bang her missionary until I cum. No other choices on the menu when asking for the Thai Rose slump buster special. This was what I was told. Why you might ask? Because legend has it, that if her eyes come uncrossed the moment you cum and bust your nut inside of her mouth or her pussy (with a condom I hope, unless your name is. Ah never mind too easy), your slump is broken and you will have years of good luck with girls. So only these two options allow you to see her eyes uncross and face change. And if her eyes do not uncross when you cum, then the slump and bad luck will continue, getting worse, until you fuck a woman twice your own weight. Yes, then you have to carry a portable scale everywhere you go in Pattaya in order to find a girl that qualifies. I weigh 68 kilos, I raghwe not ness with that. Now if you can't cum at all with her supposedly, world renowned, dick sucking skills or with missionary sex in that hour, you might as well get dressed and head your ass over to Pook Bar down the Soi. It's over for you with women and you might as well get used to tall ladyboys with biceps bigger than your. Sorry, but that's just how the world works, dim sum, lose sum. Monkeypaw opted for choice numero uno with the BJ and deep throat. I've never had a problem cumming this way. I would just close my eyes and imagine my favorite porn scene with Riley Reid and my jizz would spew out in a matter of minutes.
From the moment my cock was in her mouth, I was like "wait a minute, this feels like heaven. " Her dick sucking skills were the best that I've ever experienced in my life. Even better than anything at the former Dr. BJ in Bangkok. It felt as if I wanted to cum within less than minute of her sucking my dick. The way she licked, sucked, puckered, and squeezed my balls, I actually didn't want her to make me finish so quickly. Spit was drizzling down her mouth and onto her naked tits. I had to yell out to her "slowly!" and then she she started doing things with her mouth, tongue, and hands in sequence that I could predict like clockwork. The feeling was sensational, this crossed eyed girl was edging me with her mouth. She could sense when I was nearing my peak and about to lose my load, and she would drop me back down to just a "feel damn good stage" and then work me back up again. She did this over and over for at least 30 more minutes. It was driving me crazy. Finally, I told her okay, I want you to make me cum and you swallow okay? Little Miss Muffet, then went NSNQCIM berserko on my dick and a few minutes later when I was about to cum, I grabbed her by the ears and shouted "Oh My God! Dammit, look at me! Look at meeee. " She then stared up at me, my now pulsating cock still in her mouth, and fear in her both of her eyes, with about a gallon of hot white cum oozing from the side of her mouth. That moment, that gaze, we connected at a spiritual level and she knew exactly who or what Monkeypaw was. Those dark brown eyes of her became uncrossed magically and her face briefly turned "angelic" to me. The struggles I endure to become what I am. Monkeypaw pulled his throbbing dick out her mouth and stood there in conquest and relieved. My slump was finally over and I was ready to hit Walking Street with the other ISG members again, and battle some more.
To be continued.
