Two weeks later to the day, I touched down at So You Wanna Boom? Airport. Due to a very unwelcome delay, we got there later than I had wanted. I stayed at Phachara Suites, a new place directly across the soi from the Dynasty Grande, as I wanted to check it out (see my review of it in the hotels section for Bangkok). After showering, I ran to an ATM, then bolted for Nana. Actually I bolted for Lower Erotica, because I spent two weeks dreaming about plowing Miss A’s pussy all night long.

When I walked in, the girls at the door screamed out her name to give her a head’s up. Since I had been in such a rush from the airport, I didn’t text her in advance, so she didn’t know I was coming. She shrieked and seemingly flew off the stage into my arms and gave me a smooch as if I was the last man on earth. God damn this woman knows how to make her customers feel good!

It was another 4 pop, fantastic night. I guess I was in particularly good form, because I had her howling quite a bit. She gets quite vocal, especially when the tongue is on a certain little appendage down in the nether regions. Gotta say, I love Lassies! The howling was verified when the guy across the hall slipped a note under my door in the morning, complaining about all the screaming coming from my room. Uh, sorry about that.

The following night I hit a number of bars in Nana. The lineup in Rainbow 4 was quite weak. I have no idea where it got its reputation for a good selection, as I rarely see anything in there that I find appealing. I wound up in upper Erotica, and noticed a girl I had not seen before. Slinky spinner, eraser nipples, tiny ass… you know the type. She kissed me right after she came over, which pretty much sealed it right there.

M was 18, and half-Thai, half-Lao. As a stark contrast to Miss A the night before, M was quiet in bed. Overall we had a nice session. Nothing extraordinary, but pleasant sex nonetheless, and the little redwood was happy. Amusingly, she couldn’t figure out how to operate the elevator and came back to my room. I had to go push the button for her.

I split the next morning for another fossil-hunting trip, and returned to Bangkok a week later, just in time for the run-up to X-mas. I wanted to have a little luxury for the holidays, so I had booked a suite at Adelphi Suites on soi 8 (again, see my reviews in the Bangkok hotels section on discus), which is one of my favorite places to stay in the Sukhumvit area.

Via text, I had made arrangements to meet the Lollipop lady. I met her at Lollipop at 7, and paid the bar. As we were walking down the sidewalk to go to dinner, things simply fell apart. I don’t know what got into her, but suddenly she “couldn’t” do long time, which is what I wanted. First it was because she needed to do schoolwork. Then it was because she needed to be in her room to chat with a jealous customer. Whatever. We decided to part ways, and she even refunded my bar fine out her own pocket.

It was all very weird and sudden. As is usually the case in these situations, I suspected a lucrative regular sent her an SMS and wanted to see her later that night. Or something to that effect. I called Miss A, but she had the day off and was crashed in her room. I dropped Ms. Elegant a line, but didn’t get a response. So after a quick dinner, I decided to head to Cowboy.

Walking down the soi, I saw a slinky girl outside Midnite who intrigued me. This is unusual, because I had never, ever, bar fined anyone from that bar. So we went inside and had a drink. There were actually a few cute spinners on stage, including one who was dancing completely nude, except for a belt around her waist.

Turned out that slinky girl didn’t like to kiss. But she pointed to the nude spinner on stage and said “she does.” So we called her over. Nude girl plopped down to my left (she didn’t bother to put any clothes on) and immediately kissed me on the lips. Sold! She was the epitome of a spinner, with a very hot little body. The bar fine was 700, but I coughed it up.

Ahhhh, she was a wonderful kisser and had a sensitive body. She loved me sucking her nipples and her ass. And she was tight, tight, tight! Whoa Nellie. I had to slow things up so I wouldn’t blow so fast, it felt that good. I couldn’t hold out that long though, and went for all I was worth in the doggie position. Put that one on the repeatable list.

Miss A came over the next afternoon at 3. We went two rounds in the room, then went to Central World for dinner. We wound up at Sizzler, where, I swear, she ate more food than I did. I was amazed at how much she packed away in her 85 pound frame. We were both stuffed and sleepy from the food/sex combo, so we bagged going to the movies and returned to the hotel. While we were watching TV, I coined the term “hotel butterfly” when trying to explain why this was the third hotel she has met me at. We did another round then both conked at 11. Another round followed in the morning and then I fed her breakfast downstairs (breakfast for 2 came with the room).

It was now Christmas Eve. I decided to go to Shark that evening, usually my top bar on Cowboy. As I sat down, I immediately saw a hot girl walk by, and then she passed me again, but wouldn’t look at me. Then I watched her dance a bit, but she was facing the opposite side, and was mostly hidden by a pole. I had pretty much written her off as being uninterested.

She finished her shift and sat on the highest bench adjacent to the door, so that I now had straight “eyeshot” at her. I kept looking over and she finally looked back. Hand signals commenced, I pointed at her, and she came over. Contrary to the early impression I had formed, she was sweet and sunny off the bat, and I immediately liked her.

She had a college degree, and had been a teacher at one point – but there was more money to be made dancing in gogo bars. So I will refer to her as “Teacher.” It was her first day back at Shark, after a 3 month absence. Since it was Christmas Eve, the bar fine was 1000 baht. But I told her she was beautiful enough to pay it (and she really was beautiful). She had a great body and the pointy nipples that I love so much.

I must say, Soi Cowboy looked really good that night. They had gone all out with the decorations, so that the place was lit up like a…er….Christmas tree. We had a great time in the room. She had a sensitive body and was tight. She was also in some pain from the size, but told me she’d repeat with me anyway. She was in a bit of a hurry to get back to Shark, as the staff was having some sort of party later than night.

I decided to make Christmas a massage parlor day for two reasons – one, to get a mix of venues in, since I had been doing so many gogo girls, and two, to conserve a bit of money, since bar fines would again be 1000 baht for that day. I was also leaving the next day, and I wouldn’t be back for several weeks, so an MP just seemed like a good idea.

It had been a long time since I had been to the Chao Phraya 2, so I started there. The selection was grim. From there, I walked to the new Ratchaparop station on the City line, and took the train to Makkasan. From there I walked to LaBelle on Petchaburi Road, a newer high-end place that I had never been to. The papa san said he only had a few ladies because it was Christmas (go figure, in a Buddhist country). And the few he had were expensive, in the 4-5000 baht range.

A short walk back took me to the subway station. My next stop was Sutthisan station, the stop closest to Poseidon. My ultimate goal was another MP I had never been to, Copacabana, which is about 100 meters from Poseidon down a side soi.

Copacabana was in a much nicer condition than many other MPs, especially Nataree, which is in pretty shitty shape these days. The fish bowl was practically empty. There were about 10 girls sitting in the sideline area. As always seems to be the case, there was a pricing system in place for the sideline girls that had no real logic to it, since there is usually no discernable difference between the girls. I think it was 2600, 2900, and 3100, or something to that effect.

I found one to be quite good-looking and opted for her. She turned out to be 2600. She was light-skinned, from northern Thailand in the Phitsanaluk area. Things became humorously surreal from this point on. In the room, she put the TV on the station that has the camera panning back and forth at the sideline girl seating area. She did this because that channel was, believe it or not, playing Christmas carols, and she wanted to listen to the music!

But it gets better. Once we are in the tub, and she is scrubbing me down, she started singing Christmas carols to me. I couldn’t believe it. And damn it was funny. It’s Christmas day, and I’m sitting in a bathtub getting scrubbed by a Thai Buddhist sex worker who sings Christmas carols. I still giggle thinking about it. As I’m getting serenaded and scrubbed, my cell phone rang. It was MongerX, calling me from China. We chatted a bit to confirm some details for my China visit, and then my little choir girl moved me to the bed to commence with part 2 of the program.

After I dried off, I went to my bag to get out the condoms. I kid you not, as I was pulling the condoms out, it dawned on me that the song playing at that moment was “Santa Claus is coming to town.” Yes indeed he is! Ok, so I am easily amused by double entendres, but that little stroke of irony brought a huge ass grin to my face. Now it was time for Santa to stuff some stockings.

Overall the session was so-so. On the plus side she kissed. On the negative side, the BJ was covered, and her pussy was shallow, and strangely wide at the lower part. This meant that not only could I get a full stroke going before plowing into the back wall, but there was also no friction at the end point. So I was essentially throwing salami down a short hallway. With a raincoat on, it took me forever to pop. I had to pull out all the stops to make that happen before resorting to hands, but eventually managed from behind, with her lying flat on the stomach and the legs pulled tightly together. It took some effort, but Santa was able to drop a load of goodies down the chimney, so to speak.

Fossil hunting trips. Are you in oil & natural gas exploration or are you actually hunting for fossils?

Fossil hunting is shorthand for traveling somewhere for sightseeing and cultural purposes, as opposed to mongering. It was coined by Khun Mor in 2002 the first time I met him, as he couldn't understand why I was going to places like Burma and Angkor, instead of just hanging out in Bangkok and getting laid all the time. I have used it ever since.

I see and I agree. I suppose that makes me a fossil hunter as well.

This was a very enjoyable chapter as well! Happy Holidays!