Monday morning was pretty uneventful other than some fooling around with Airport Girl after coming home after dawn with her still lying in my bed. After 5 finishes in the previous 17 hours, though, fooling around was about all I could manage. But it was about the only thing to do at the time because sleep was very difficult despite having stayed up all night, and there was certainly no holding conversations with AG because of her very poor English. And I had already eaten breakfast.

I had SEVERE difficulties sleeping during my more than three weeks long trip to SE Asia, but that was particularly difficult in Angeles, probably because I wasn’t used to having anyone sleeping with me and the fact that I was just severely GEEKED about having all that pussy around. While I definitely liked the fact that there was a sexy girl in bed with me ready to take care of my every need, after slipping into sleep deprivation several times when I couldn’t even manage 3-4 hours of solid sleep a night for several days in a row, I began to LONG for some time to myself to just take a NAP! With this in mind, I told Airport Girl about noon that she needed to leave as I desperately needed to try and get some serious sleep. She pouted a little, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. I gave her her present, some silk pants/skirt thing I had bought in Thailand trying to get rid of my extra baht on my last day, and that made her a little happier.

It rained much earlier than usual that day, starting about 1 PM, and I had high hopes that the white noise from the rain would help my quest to take an afternoon nap. But for some fucked up reason I STILL couldn’t sleep. After awhile I gave up and out of boredom (and still not at ALL horny) started texting Bananitas girl who said she was dying to come meet me. But later, she said. Her ‘cousin’ was in town and she was spending the afternoon with him and his wife. Sensitive man that I am, especially to bargirls’ desires to hang out with their male ‘cousins’and their spouses, I told her no problem, I’ll just get some other girl. She immediately became free sooner than expected. Que milagro!!!

She arrived downstairs at the Apartelle Royal about 4 PM, and she texted me that she wanted me to come down and meet her. But before I could get my shoes on she was at the door. The security guy was a nice dude, but in a mere three days I ended up having plenty of people just show up at my door there. At least this one was expected.

I thought Bananitas girl was cute, bordering on beautiful. Her hair was much shorter than I usually like, but it was also what stood out about her the first night I met her. And while she was lacking in the tit department and skinnier than I usually like my girls, BG’s legs and ass were just about PERFECT. And as you all may remember from the previous installment in which she starred, she was the most skilled fuck I had on my entire trip.

And the second time around she certainly didn’t disappoint. While I had taken half a generic vitamin V in anticipation of her arrival, she not only got me ROCK hard but kept it up for the entire time we were together and finished me off amazingly well despite my severe sexual exhaustion from the day before. Again, I was simply amazed by her very skilled techniques and couldn’t believe my good fortune in having found her and having her agree to come over for short time before her work shift.

We talked a little when we were done, but as I hadn’t eaten all day at that point I told her I was heading out to do that while she said she needed to head to work before too long. I gave her 700 pesos for roughly the hour she was in my room and rejoiced in my bargain. I didn’t feel so good about it the next day, though, when she told me that she had gotten caught coming down from the hotel and had gotten in trouble at her bar. Oops! So much for girls being ‘free’ to do what they choose during their off hours. It’s OK to fuck some guy in his trike, though, I suppose…

I showered and went to Margarita Station for dinner and then kind of wondered what I was going to do that evening. I was physically exhausted having not had ANY solid REM sleep since leaving Pattaya the previous Friday morning. I was sexually exhausted, having my brains fucked out the day before by AG and then doing the short time girl from Cambodia twice, plus the KILLER session with BG that I had just had. EVERYTHING told me to just go to my room and GO TO BED. ALONE. But somehow I couldn’t quite face the idea of spending the night alone in Angeles. At least not before dark, anyway!

Continuing with the faves theme for the day, I decided I’d go say hi to Flaca, who I hadn’t even texted in the previous 24 hours. But when I walked into Voodoo, she was sitting with some senior citizen right inside the door. I headed to the stage and quickly bought a drink for my waitress that had fetched our drinks every time I had been with Flaca in the bar so I wouldn’t have to sit there and obsess about what Flaca was doing behind me. I knew it was her job and was kind of happy that I wasn’t her only meal ticket, though, honestly, I WAS a little jealous.

Anyway, 5 minutes after I had sat down Flaca came over and sat on my lap and it was as if nothing had ever happened between us. Soon we were tucked away in a booth, and I was smitten all over again. While painfully aware that I needed sleep, I really wanted to spend time with Flaca, and figured what the hell, she always falls asleep early anyway, so I shouldn’t have any problems sleeping with her… So I told her I was just going to go to bed and maybe go out much later, and that she was welcome to join me. She said sure, and we were off to the room back at Camelot, buying her some fruit from a vendor which is what she said she wanted for dinner.

I still had some over the counter sleeping pills that Epi had given me a couple weeks earlier, and I decided that I would try them again, as they had worked so well the time before, literally knocking me OUT for close to 6 hours. And I took them as soon as we got back to the room, which turned out to be a big mistake, as Flaca, miraculously, wasn’t tired and wanted to watch TV. And be right next to me… I did my best to avoid her, curling up on the COUCH and then when she curled up THERE and tried to feed me fruit, I headed for the bed and turned the fan on full blast (like all skinny girls, Flaca hated the cold), but she came back to the bed too and started flipping channels! AAARGH!!!

Finally I figured maybe fooling around with her would make her sleepy (it always seemed to!), but even THAT didn’t work, and I finally decided to try and sleep through her watching TV, making her turn down the volume to a barely audible level above the fan. But I STILL didn’t sleep very well. And after the pills wore off and I woke up there was NO going back to sleep. And it was before 1 AM. By that time Flaca was asleep and I just woke her slightly to tell her I was going out for a little while.

I went downstairs to Camelot and had a couple of drinks thinking I’d try and get drunk in order to sleep even a LITTLE BIT more. I hung out with Airport Girl for awhile and as always, she was damned happy to see me, though a bit surprised when I walked in so late. As I usually got suckered into, I bought a drink for a friend of hers that had also gone with Epi to meet me at the airport my first day, and AG told me later that her friend was giving her shit about drinking so slowly! AG wasn’t at all a drinker, yet always ordered a drink with alcohol when I bought her a drink in the bar. And let it sit there while she cooed all over me. I have no idea what she was thinking when I told her I was still too tired to barfine her that night (and she surely had spies at the hotel/front door telling her that I had company), but she took it fairly well, and I excused myself to go back to the room and try to sleep once again.

After slamming a beer from the fridge, I finally had a bit of a buzz/tired thing going and was able to curl up next to Flaca and drift off for awhile. And by the time dawn came I was ready to progress from fooling around with her to actual fucking, and we went at it (half-heartedly, again) for a good half hour before I gave up AGAIN without finishing with her. While I was severely crazy for this girl, and wanted to spend time with her more than any chick in AC, the sex with her was the worst I had had with any all night girl on the trip. And the not finishing stuff was getting VERY weird! But would I grow some balls and cut her loose so I could fuck like a maniac with whoever I chose to? Well, yes and no! The next day would be a fuck marathon, by far the busiest of my trip, but I didn’t exactly cut Flaca loose.

Photos: Bananitas 144 145
Photos: Flaca 146 147

Photos integrated into report

Cool photos. Bananitas, yeah!