Saturday August 20--continued: The concierge found a cab willing to drive to Pattaya for 1,000 baht, but I had to pay the 95 baht worth of tolls. The trip was fast (no traffic) and I checked into the Villa Bella Prima on Soi 4. There was a minor, comical misunderstanding: while talking with the concierge at Majestic Grande, I had found a flyer in my pocket announcing a concert tonight at Hillary Bar. Since I was leaving, I gave the concierge the flyer and suggested that he might be interested in going (it was a block away, right around the corner).

He must have thought it was the address of my new hotel, and gave it to my cab driver. When we got to Pattaya, the driver went past Soi 4 on Beach Road, stopped at Soi 7, got out, and was showing the flyer to a puzzled guy on the street, asking where Hillary Bar was. So I got out, took the paper, ripped it up, and said (for the third time) “Soi 4,” where we then went without further ado.

I hooked up with Epi on Soi 6, and after sitting in one place with a couple of his girlfriends, we walked down the soi and he pointed out and/or introduced me to some of his favorite sluts. Along the way, I spotted a very cute spinner Li at Dirty Den, and I took her upstairs for short time. Now, I had been planning to walk down the entire street before making a choice, but she was just too cute to pass up. Right after she came during the 69 portion of our session, she told me that I had done short time with her before, she remembered me. WTF? Of course, she did have that look that would made me change whatever plans I had to be with her, so I guess it’s possible it had happened before.

After some dinner at Thumbs Up on Soi 6, joined by Bbig12, we headed down to Walking Street. First, we went to Living Dolls, where I didn’t really see anything that interested me. Then we went to Peppermint. I spotted a cutie dancing, and bought her a drink. We talked for a bit, she was 19, had been going to school during the four years she had lived in Pattaya, and had been working one month.

But when I started talking about barfining her, she told me she didn’t go with men. As best as I could understand, she had had a boyfriend for a long time, had broken up, and was scared of going with men. And my second choice, X (her actual “name”), who had finally disengaged from a guy who seemed very interested in her, said she was booked for later in the evening so could not be barfined. But I thought she was worth a return trip. I liked her various tattoos, too.

Next, we went to Living Dolls Showcase, which Epi said had really turned around recently. The place was full of hotties, and Epi immediately barfined one that I had noticed on stage, and called another one over to me that he had enjoyed previously, and recommended. Ban was a cute spinner, maybe 4’10” with a very tight body—I didn’t believe it when she said she was 30, she must have meant 23 (our ability to communicate was fairly poor, and I always hear “seventy” when Thai girls say “twenty” because of their accent).

But she was very physical in the bar, and so I barfined her. We hung around the gogo a little longer, there were some nice dancers to look at. I spotted one that I thought was VERY cute, with gorgeous breasts that could have been silicone, or not, but who cares. I beckoned her over, but she didn’t show up. On the way out, I asked her why, and she said that I was already with a girl. Her name was Fon, and I told her I’d come back and see her again.

We walked up to 2nd Road, and took the baht bus back to the hotel. She was a passionate girl, we ordered some room service and then started kissing, we didn’t even get to the shower until after the food came. It was a very good session, and there was just something special about her pussy that got me off more easily than usual—I had to keep holding back.

Photos: Ban 263 264 265


Sunday: In the morning, we slept late. Ban got up while I was dozing, and was gone for what seemed a long time. So I got up to look, and she was in the bathroom, fully dressed, and said “I go.” I pulled her blouse out of her pants, and said, “No, long time TWO boom-boom. One boom-boom short time,” and beckoned her back to bed. She got undressed while I showered, and although she wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as last night, and refused to “smoke” this morning (darn—I was going to teach her how NOT to use her teeth, and I still hadn’t mastered the “I’m the boss” attitude), we had a good session—until she got “sore” and wanted to stop before I came. Oh well, save it for the next one. I had been pounding her particularly hard because she had wanted to leave, and had to stop to hold back several times (she felt so good). It was almost 1 in the afternoon when she left.

A little later, I joined Epi on Soi 6. I was really tired, I hadn’t slept well because my bad shoulder was beginning to hurt intensely enough when I slept to interfere with my rest. But I tried to wake up, had a few Red Bulls, and then took ST one of Epi’s recommendations, Lek from Foxy’s. She started giving me a sample bbbj in the bar, offered to finish me off there if I paid her barfine and ST tip. I agreed and let her proceed, but after a little while I wanted to go up to a room for boom-boom, since I didn’t think she was going to do the trick with her mouth. I forgot I was tired for an hour.

Epi was leaving the rooms with his ST at exactly the same time, so we went across the street to Thumbs Up again for dinner, and Bbig12 joined us. Afterwards, I went back to my room and went to sleep for a couple of hours. This meant a late start at the gogos. Epi went to his favorite while I went into Happy, and—small world that it is—saw Bbig12 sitting across from me at the stageside seats.

We went to Super Girl and then Super Baby together, but I didn’t see anyone that grabbed me, and I wanted to get X from Peppermint. When I finally spotted her and called her over, she told me she could only do short time that night, tomorrow she could do long time.

So I went to Living Dolls—it was after midnight by now—to see if I could find Fon, but she was nowhere to be found. Because I was looking at a lovely set of large breasts on one dancer, she came over and put her arms around me and started caressing me. I bought her a drink, and we talked a bit, but I didn’t get the positive gut feel I wanted. Epi had joined me by then, we both spotted a cute spinner who came over to him since I was occupied. The way he was playing with her in contrast to my girl’s hesitancy about playing around sealed my decision. Let’s roll the dice, he said, and try the beer bars.

We climbed on Epi’s bike and motored to the top of Soi 8, and walked down it and back up Soi 7. I spotted a cutie named Chon right when we were starting, and chatted with her for a minute. Then, I didn’t see anyone else that attractive as we made the rounds, except for some girls who were taken. So I went back, and started talking with her. But she failed the interview: no smoking, would not kiss, uncertain to negative response to how she would like me to go down on her—then she said I was scaring her with what I wanted. End of interview. It was after 3 AM, not much around, and I decided to just go home alone rather than look some more.


Monday: I woke up late after a poor night’s sleep, this time having to get up a few times to relieve myself of the consequences of either food poisoning (I had a barbequed squid at 2:30 AM and some more barbecue [chicken, chicken liver, beef] with Chon) or stomach flu. The mild stomach ache and diarrhea (fortunately also mild) persisted throughout the day, despite a loperamide tablet—which usually shuts the rear door tight as a drum for two days—then another.

Bbig12 called, and I went over to Soi 6 to meet him and Epi for food (at the usual place, Thumbs Up, I had an omelet even though it was 3:00), then I went over to Love Club and barfined Nok Noi, a tall skinny girl with a bit of a beer belly and strong features that Epi recommended highly. On the way back to the room, I stopped at a SCUBA shop on Soi 6 and booked a 2-dive boat ride for the next day. We continued back to my room, and I was not disappointed. She was one hot lady, a little older but very sensual—years of experience, she knew what to do. I took a nap while she sat on the balcony and drank a few beers, then we had another session.

Photos: Nok Noi 266 267 268

I was not over the discomfort in my belly. It wasn’t enough to keep me from playing with Nok Noi, but enough to make me reluctant to go gogo-barhopping and get X as I had planned. So I told Nok Noi I wanted her long time, and she was happy not to have to go back to work. Margie rang me from AC, and I called her back. She wasn’t crying this time, but saying she loved me and missed me.

Bbig12 called, I met him for dinner near Walking Street, and we went to Hooty’s before I headed home. Nok Noi was sleeping, so I woke her up for another excellent session. She is a very sensual girl, and although not the most beautiful, she has got to be one of the best performers around. As Epi said, “She’s laid more pipe than…” I forget than what, maybe a pipeline company. And we got to be friends during my stay; Epi and I ate at Thumbs Up every day, and usually invited her in for a drink or some food, plus I visited with her a little every time I walked by and saw her outside Love Club.


Tuesday: Feeling lethargic, I slept until almost noon. I had decided the night before that my stomach discomfort meant no SCUBA today, so I didn’t have to show up at 8 AM. Nok Noi was slow to awaken, but delivered a hot bbbj until I pulled her around and under me. Later I found out why she wanted to do me that way, when I found some blood on the towel, and the hotel gave me a bill for 500 baht for towel, sheets, and bed cover. Her period apparently had started. The red curse continued to plague me.

We walked down to Beach Road and got some lunch at a little restaurant at the corner of Soi 6, with a great view of the ocean on a gorgeous clear day. Parasailers were crisscrossing through the air on the other side of the bay. I walked Nok Noi back to Love Club, then wandered up Soi 6 and back to my room. The internet connection was still down and the tech guy wasn’t around, so I walked down to an internet cafe to check e-mail. When I returned to the hotel, the tech guy was around, and by rebooting the router, got me connected again.

I went off to see the tailor who had given me a good deal on pants that fit perfectly, and got two more pair of a wool-cashmere blend for 1,000 baht each, and designed a custom pair of shorts with pockets where I wanted them, in a style I wanted, for another 500 baht. What a deal. The shorts would take three days because they’re not standard.

A little later, I hooked up with Epi again and we went to Thumbs Up for dinner one more time. I wanted to go to New Living Dolls and see Fon, probably for short time since I was going diving at 8 AM and hadn’t talked with/interviewed her yet. She was indeed there, and came over so I could buy her a drink. She told me after the first drink that her period had just started so I couldn’t barfine her.

We talked for a while anyway, and I asked her if she was shy in the room (since she seemed to be a little shy in the bar). She said yes, but 10 shots of tequila would fix that. Hmmmm. I did at least want to “interview” her, and she managed to get six drinks out of me, three shots of tequila and three juices, but was only less shy when Epi started trying to stick in her face the fingers he had just used to six-pack some girl. I got her phone number, and told her I’d keep in touch to find out when the red dried up.

It was getting late for me, so we headed back to Soi 6 to pick up a short time sure thing. After walking up and down the street, I stopped at Red Point Bar and took a cutie named Beam. She turned out to be a gem. Somewhat reluctantly, she came back to my room (rather than session on-site). We attacked each other, kissing and fondling as she undressed me, and didn’t get to the shower for ten minutes.

She touched me just the way I liked, with the right pressure and the right motions in the right places, and her bbbj was one of the better ones. When she finally put me in, she started moaning and making cries, and soon came with enough force to make me come (before I wanted to). Afterward, she lay next to me and started stroking my crotch until I got hard again, and then we repeated: she came within a few minutes with such force that she squeezed a second one out of me. The shortest time on this trip between pops—by a big margin, and I was surprised she got me hard again (I’m an old guy).

Photos: Beam 269 270 271 272 273 274


Wednesday: I got up in time to get to Aquanauts Dive Centre on Soi 6, and went to the Near Islands for a couple of so-so dives (I had been spoiled by a lot of diving in the West Indies in clear water with richly variegated life forms). Lunch on the boat was good, but formed a big undigested lump in my stomach, and I just felt barely better enough for the second dive. When I got back to the room, my stomach was definitely unhappy again, and I lay down for a couple hours’ nap. I felt a little better when I woke up, and went over to Thumbs Up on Soi 6 to join Epi for a bite of dinner—but I didn’t eat anything. Nok Noi joined us, she had taken some sort of pill to stop the blood flow, and I decided she would be good company considering I didn’t know how I was going to be feeling as the evening wore on. So I barfined her long time, and she ended up being the good company I needed, because I was sexually impaired by the stomach problem.


Thursday: I was sick, and started off the day sleeping late, hoping to recover quickly, which wasn’t happening. Epi suggested the hospital across the street from our hotel, and I was in and out in 15 minutes with a diagnosis and three prescriptions—total cost, 882 baht. Since my sexual function didn’t seem to be recovering any faster than my stomach, I just walked around Soi 6, socialized with a few girls and Epi, and came home alone.


Friday: I actually woke up early enough to get a bit of the hotel’s not-so-great buffet breakfast, which for me was a little pineapple and a croissant with jelly (I cheated, it was supposed to be rice). I didn’t do much during the day, played on the computer and rested. After dinner, I felt good enough to go to Walking Street. Epi recommended Heaven Above, so I looked in there. Not seeing anyone interesting enough, I went back to Living Dolls.

I saw Fon right away, asked her if she was still on her period. She said yes, and came to sit with me. I told her, “One drink,” which she half drank before complaining that the fan blowing directly on her was making her cold. She got up and left. I saw her later sitting with another guy, and then she left with him. He was young and handsome, unlike me—who knows what was going on in her head, but I crossed her off my list. She obviously could be choosy (she was quite a looker), and was choosing…not me.

I spotted a girl I thought had been one of the crowd molesting Epi a previous night, and called her over for a drink. But Tutka (#65) was not who I thought, she had only been working 4 days. After two drinks, she went to the toilet, and when she came back after a long time, told me she had a customer she had to go with. She said she was very sorry, would like to go with me another time, and stood there for a full two minutes apologizing to me.

While she had been away, I had spotted May (#17) at a nearby table, and exchanging smiles. So I called May over to buy her a drink. She begged me to buy one for her friend, which I did. We talked, she was sexy and sweet. As I was buying her another drink, another friend came over to get in on the ladydrink action. This one earned it with a nice deep kiss. Soon I decided to barfine May (it was getting late), and she said great, but wanted me to buy her five tequilas. She said she could handle them, and I thought she would then be well-lubricated.

However, three drinks went to her friends over my protests that I was buying them for her, not her friends. Too late, and I had already barfined her. But she was fun, friendly and open, said she was going to get a new tattoo tomorrow, would I like to come with her? We came back to my room, she was playful and satisfying in bed. But she was tossing and turning while we tried to sleep, kept waking me up. Finally, at 6 AM, she said she drank too much to sleep, and wanted to go home. I paid her for short time, and said I’d come see her again. Unfortunately, I didn’t get pictures since she left while I was half asleep.

Warning: The girls at Living Dolls were very good at getting me to buy multiple lady drinks. You veterans probably are immune, but newbies watch out.


Saturday: I went back to sleep, and slept late until it was time for breakfast (at 1PM) with Epi. I had seen a cute girl at Love Club whom I wanted to go back for. But first, I walked down the street to inquire at Sexy Soi Six about a particularly attractive girl I had chatted with a few days earlier, I hadn’t seen her again—the other girls said Wee had gone home (presumably to the provinces). So I walked back down to Dirty Den (which was sporting a pretty nice line-up) and found Beam, who told me she was on her period. Damn, I kept running into the red plague.

So I went to find another girl I had noticed and put on my short list, Yo at Love Club. Nok Noi went in and got her for me. I barfined her short time, took her back to my room, and was so delighted with her that I went back with her and paid the extra for long time. Yo was very much the kind of girl I had been looking for, a cute spinner who knew just how and where to touch me. She was a happy girl who spoke English pretty well, although her accent made it hard for me to understand her most of the time without repeating, maybe more than once. Her father was Chinese, she said, which accounted for the somewhat exotic look she had. And she was a horny girl, sexually playful and responsive, with a good sense of humor. By the end of the evening, I had decided to barfine her the next day.

Photos: Yo 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282



Sunday – Thursday: The next days were a happy blur of time spent with my new wife. We went to Jomtien Beach to rent a jetski, and at one point when she was driving she made such a sudden turn that I was thrown off—and later she asked me why I went swimming without her. We went jetskiing off Soi 4. We made love a lot, and spent a lot of time being affectionate. She showed me places around the area that I didn’t know about, like the big Big C shopping center with the excellent Thai restaurant just the other side of 2nd Street around Soi 3. We found the good carts on the street to get Thai dishes I couldn’t name.

One night, we were in a gogo on Walking Street with Epi and his barfine, and she apparently drank too much without eating first, and got a stomach ache. I sensed something was wrong, but didn’t know what, so I asked her several times if she was OK, if she was happy. But instead of telling me her stomach hurt and she wanted to go home, she said yes. Then, she just walked off while we were at the gelato place. I saw her go, but just continued to eat my ice cream—I wasn’t going to play any games and run after her (which she obviously wanted).

When she came back (as I knew she would), she told me she had a stomach ache, and we went home. She tried to blame me for not knowing she hurt. I wasn’t having any of that; I pointed out that I had asked her several times if she was OK, I was very sorry but I had to say it was her fault for not being open with me. There were no further games played on her part, and our relationship improved. I think I handles it pretty well for a newbie.

I gave her a red fishnet body stocking that I had left over from a previous trip to Rio, and she loved it. She also loved posing.

Photos: Yo 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291

One night, Epi, Yo and I went to a few bars along Pattaya 2nd Road between Sois 1 and 3, and ended up in the gogo on (I think) Soi 1. Yo and I walked in, with Epi a few steps behind. We were hardly inside when I heard a commotion behind me, and truned around to see Epi with a 35-kg server girl over his shoulder. He continued to molest her, as we took seats and then changed them, and bought her a drink. He was taking his fingers out of six-pack position, putting them up to his nose, and then jerking them away, making the terrible “Pweeew, that stinks” face.

A few minutes later, he was waving around her panties, which he had removed over her protests. He would smell them and then make the “Pweeew” face, trying to attract the attention of as many servers, dancers, and customers as possible. After a few minutes of this indignity, the little server girl went away, at which point Epi ostentatiously dipped her panties, crotch first, into her drink, squeezed them out into the drink, and tried to dry them out a little. When the server girl returned a few minutes later, Epi magnanimously returned her panties, and offered her a toast. After she had taken a drink, he showed her what he had done. She was somewhat upset (or pretended to be), but stopped short of violence.

I had heard these stories about Epi, now I believed them.

On one of the later days, Yo went back to her bar (where she was living) and found one of the girls there sweeping the floor with her shirt, and was quite upset. She started talking about getting her own room elsewhere. The girl’s disrespect for her property became a big issue for her, and she spent the last day or two talking about “pay loom” (it took me a while to figure out what “pay loom” meant). Apparently, she had been putting the money I was giving her into a deposit for her new room.

Yo had different people do her make-up at different times. When she had the katoeys do it, she looked different—and quite elegant.

Photos: Yo 292 293 294

Her make-up came off on a pillowcase and sheet one night, and the hotel wanted to charge me for the “ruined” linens. Yo started having a fit, got the soiled cloths from the maid, and easily washed them out in the sink. She took them down to the front desk, had a little discussion, and the charges were removed. The maid did that one more time, but showed it to us before going to the desk, and Yo just washed it again. The maid explained that the hotel washing machines wouldn’t take out those “stains. Which makes me question just how clean the hotel’s repeatedly-abused linens were. Anyway, next time I will start tipping the maid every day.

On the last night together, I somehow got manipulated into taking her and Nok Noi to a disco when we stopped by Love Club to buy Nok Noi a farewell drink. We commandeered a baht bus, and for 100 baht he took us to Bitchy Pub, somewhere in a part of Pattaya I had never seen before (well, all I knew was Beach Road and 2nd Street between Soi 1 and Walking Street, and a little along Walking Street, plus the once to Jomtien)—there were a number of pubs along that block. I was the only farang there, twice as old as everyone. A couple of bare-chested Thai musicians performed on stage. Drinks were sold BY THE BOTTLE—1,000 baht for a fifth of various brands (you could get one bottle of beer—but you could also get a mini-keg).

After a short time, Yo said she wanted to go somewhere else, and we took another baht bus as a taxi to X-zyte Club (200 baht admission for me, girls free). This was an interesting venue, full of old farangs and their young girlfriends, with quite a few apparently available girls (Yo said she didn’t know if they were working girls or not). There was a multilevel stage, with a revolving element, and a procession of shows. First, a guy asking for birthdays in the crowd and singing happy birthday, then a katoey singer, splendidly attired, singing an English-language song. Next, a guy in a three-piece suit with what appeared to be a poorly-fitting wig sang something in Thai, and I started thinking this was amateur night.

But then the dance acts started, with a live band. Costumed dancers, well-choreographed in lively acts. One troupe after another. This was quite entertaining, and a good place to bring (or maybe even find) a date. But it was getting late, so I wasn’t too unhappy when Yo said she was hungry and wanted to leave. We went across the street and got some food from the cart vendors, and went home. Yo had been telling me she was unhappy I was leaving, and this last night she cried herself to sleep in my arms. In the morning, she said that I owed her 4,000 baht (I’d given her some money along the way without keeping track, that seemed about right, but apparently she needed 4,000 more to pay for the new room she was going to rent). I gave her 6,000 baht, and she was surprised when she counted it—she asked why I gave her too much money. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she actually liked me (the cynic in me says).

HM-You loosing your BTG fetish? Then again, who am I to talk. I did a 20 year old hard body with flabby tits last night in Mde. What she lost in "rackalicious" points, she quickly made up for in pure raw sexual energy.

The phone rang at 10 till 4:00AM this morning in the love motel. We easily extended for another 2 hours but were wide awake.

I'll leave it to your imagination as to how we used the time!

Nice report buddy. Hope to see you soon.

P.S. I am tired as shit and on impulse power right now but it beats the shit out of looking forward to work tomorrow.....or Monday...Tues.!

No comment. I will be nice today.

Those first pics you have are not of Baan. Not sure where you found this girl but it sure ain't the girl I introduced you to.

but was only less shy when Epi started trying to stick in her face the fingers he had just used to six-pack some girl.

Actually, that was just after I fucked all three holes of that dancer at LD1. You were too busy eye-humping your big-teeter'd darlin' to notice my fucking that slag's ass, pussy, then having her clean that bring off my cock with her mouth. Ahhh, Pattaya...

Good hanging with you - hope can do it again soon.

E

HM,

Thank gawd for your hot gals in Indo...

Blazers-After performing a very thorough Discus search of all you archived chat posts,..... that is a first...he he!

Yikes...some scary shit!

The good reporting continues, thanks HM. I'm noticing many of these gals have tatoos now, it's been awhile, but I don't recall that many tattoos in earlier trips.

Wow I can't believe your still out there. This is quite an epic adventure your having. It was fun hanging out. I'll be going back in Dec and hopefully we can meet up again in either SEA or SA...

HM,
I'm pretty sure that Nok Noi is a katoey dude. Your hunting instincts are diminishing.

Nok Noi has a daughter and the stretchmarks to prove it so I'm betting she ain't a katoey. BTW, she's a GREAT shag if not particularly easy on the eyes...

E

Sorry for the delay in responding, I've been busy....;-}

Sandman--nothing like the good life, eh? Unfortunately, I have to go back to work a LOT sooner than you, but hope to hook up with you in the new year.

Merlin--I like tattoos, so there may be a little selective filtration going on. I don't have the perspective to know whether there are more than before.

Bbig--I am not STILL here, I went back to LA for a (short) while, had some business to take care of.

Epi--Well, I just saw her (whoever she is) at LDS a couple nights ago--I recognized her from my photos. Damn, I thought my recordkeeping was accurate. Obviously, I did her, whoever she was.

Blazers, Branquino--Maybe the pics scared you, but all were passably cute in person, and mostly excellent performers. Several were Epi-recommended, on the basis of performance not looks, and I was quite happy with the performance.

Nytrash--If you think you can tell a katoey based on looking at a picture better than someone who has done an up-close-and-personal examination, more power to you in your fantasy.

BTW, thanks Epi, I enjoyed Nok Noi's skills quite a bit, and she was a good, low-maintenance companion. She's now at King Kong Bar on Soi 6.

No offense intended. Just thought she looked a bit rough around the edges. I stand corrected.