Checking out the Girls/Lbs
[QUOTE=Traveler1234]Not meant as a flame to anyone but I haven't read anyone suggesting common sense approach: why not just ask if not sure?
I mean, if she is a real babe, you gotta be able to tell. If you're not sure, why not ask - chances you're right, she/he is a LB and won't be insulted?
IMHO[/QUOTE]For me I can't see that I will be likely to ask if she is a LB. Its a little bit insulting to a real girl. Anyway I am not likely to be attracted to anyone that I suspect of being a LB anyhow, and I probably think that I am not likely to make a mistake often after years of experience. So I probably will not get to be talking to a suspect LB with sex activities in mind.
However, if only when chatting to them my suspicions have arisen, then I might consider asking them.
One more thought:
In my early days took 2 girls from a bar, and when I had got my gear off an one wanted to start a blowjob still clothed, I new something was wrong. Then recalled she had a strange voice also. Had to cancel the session promptly. Highly embarrassing, Couple of bar fines wasted. Went straight back to same bar and grabbed another girl with really big real tits.
Similarly if a girl doesn't agree to a pussy exam, could be very shy or could be lady boy.
My Khon Kaen Lady in Bangkok: The Best of the Best
I arrived in Bangkok 3 days after the coup, after spending 9 days in Pattaya. I was shagged out and certainly more exhausted than “Mr. T”, as he had the luxury of a private escape jet and a busload of personal masseuses.
….And before I risk any wrath, please allow me to add that I Love the King.
The last 2 days in Pattaya had been frustrating. My muscles were sore from a combination of lifting heavy weights and doing boomsing with Lek Thais ladies. I was barely able to entertain a romp during my last couple of days by the bay, thanks to marathon fucks and cheap Viagra and daily workouts to appease the guilt of holiday slovenliness. I was tired and sore.
My last day in LOS was to be spent in Nana, owing to the close proximity to the beergarten and BKK airport, in that order, thank you.
I have this stubborn habit of checking out the beergarten at least once per trip. On some trips, I have pulled 3 or 4 from this fine and sleazy environ. But today, it was difficult. I felt that I was in the midst of a never-ending advertisement for Geritol. The girls were, bluntly and for the majority part, long long on the tooth. Looking like they envied their younger sisters who earned better money as cashiers at MBK.
Mind you, the Beergarten has been renovated. Yup-sir-ree sir. They actually enclosed the bar with vertical walls, to stop the rain should it choose to drive sideways. Air Conditioning? No…but the fans with the water misting devices seem to work fine enough so as to maintain a modicum of comfort.
Sometimes, patience is a good thing. It was on this day. Joy walked in, with her white skin, gorgeous face, and perfect body. She proceeded to make known to me with lascivious glances that she was open to coupling. She sent me a hand signal that indicated that she and her pretty friend Koong would like a 3-way. I signaled back that my wallet preferred one-on-one. She nodded, and I sauntered over to sit with her.
Joy was charming to say the least. But she is a spawn of the new breed of Beergarten girls, claiming that they are worth 1500 for ST, as opposed to the 1000 that I have been paying since I have started going to this place. My Cheap Charlie instinct clicked in, and I bid her a nice day. She left shortly thereafter, and I quickly realized she was worth several times what any of the other hopefuls in the BG were asking. I finished my beer, and walked out. BeerGarten girls always go to Gullivers at 5pm, I gambled.
And sure enough, there she sat. She was gobbling down spoonfuls of Ton Yung Goong and pineapple fried rice with her friend at Gulliver’s. I sat beside her, and she immediately offered soup and rice to me. I declined, because I knew that accepting the snack would mean that I would also be accepting the bill in a few minutes. No thanks.
I told Joy straight up, that she turned me on, and I would wait for her to finish her dinner. She stroked my leg, and made me believe that she was happy that I had come looking for her. Her performance was convincing enough for me.
Minutes later, we were showered and then entangled on my Soi 4 hotel bed. Joy was incredible. She deep kissed me like a long lost lover, and was wet as a freshly watered flower. Joy had an unusually large clit, and she liked it licked very slow. Cha Cha….baby.
And then we banged, and banged, and banged. She was at first thrilled with my vigor (you sooo strong). But 15 minutes later, she was struggling to make me come, with the enthusiasm of a horny Thai girl scout. As she apologized for not being “spicy” enough, I tried to explain to her that I was literally shagged out after 9 days in Pattaya. But Joy did not relent, and for the next 90 minutes she did EVERYTHING within her power to get me off. Her devotion to my sexual completion was absolutely exemplary.
A few minutes later, she was draining the last of the Listerene in the bathroom. I tried to give her my best, and perhaps it is a good thing that I drank a lot of pineapple juice for the past week or so.
I personally hate it when guys jack up the market. But Joy made no mention of money as she got dressed, and I could not have imagined giving her any less than 1500 for her admirable efforts. My apologies.
I will be going back to my old habits of staying in Bangkok for at least one day at the start and end of my trips to LOS. I continue to find that there is always at least one gem to be found there, on any given day.
Raz