A stroll down Soi Memory

I first partook in our hobby 10 years ago, losing my cherry in the sordid streets of Bangkok. I thought it would be interesting, 10 years on, to revisit all of the venues from that initial trip into wonderland, compare the experiences from then to now, and throw in some current reporting on other venues in the City of Angels. Consequently, part of this report is a memoir. For those of you able to slog all the way through it, I hope you enjoy.

Without further ado, let us begin by spinning back in our time machine to Bangkok, 10 years ago…


Part I

In early 1998 I had the opportunity to get a free stopover in Bangkok on my way to another destination. “Bangkok” I thought, with Murray Head’s voice rumbling through my brain, “Oriental City…” I decided to seize the opportunity to visit a new country. Of course I had heard about the naughty night life, but I still wasn’t sure whether I was going to cross the line and “pay” for it. But I was, for the first time in my life, entertaining the notion of P4P.

Upon arrival, I still wasn’t certain whether I was going to monger, but I decided that evening that I was at least going to take a look at Bangkok’s infamous flesh palaces. So when night fell, I headed over to Sukhumvit Road, and for whatever reasons, I decided to try the coffee shop scene first. I had heard the Thermae coffee shop was a notorious pickup joint for freelancers, so that became my first stop.

I arrived at the Thermae at about 9:20, but discovered that they didn’t open until 10. Standing close by on the sidewalk were some tuk-tuk touts trying to lure customers to whichever massage parlor was giving them the best commission at the time. Not wanting to stand around for 40 minutes sucking up the exhaust from Sukhumvit Road, I quickly altered my plans, and for the first and only time in my mongering career, I jumped into a tuk-tuk and let the driver whisk me away through the chaotic streets of Bangkok.

Not only did I have a hankering to try something new in life, but I was downright horny. Given my massive predilection for Asian women and spinners in particular, my eyeballs had been popping out of the sockets at the visual smorgasbord on offer in the Big Mango. Sitting in the back of the tuk-tuk, it was no longer a matter of if, but a matter of when and how I would lose my mongering cherry. The pressure was building. The sexual energy flowing around me was palpable. Murasaki needed to get laid.

A ten minute roller-coaster ride through musky streets cloaked in shrouds of darkness and exhaust ensued. Eventually, we materialized in front of a four story building located on some non-descript soi. A doorman ushered me in to a dark lobby; immediately to the left was the cashier’s counter, and to the right a small bar, and in front were two massive glass windows, behind which sat approximately 30 women. Each one was wearing lingerie in varying degrees of undress, and a badge with a number. The ten or so who sat to the left were decked out in red; those on the right were outfitted in black or blue. The papasan guided me to the window and started into his pitch. The women on the left were the “superstars,” as opposed to the “regulars” on the right. As I stood there gazing at the wares being offered, I had the distinct feeling that I was in a grocery store, standing at a shelf trying to decided which brand and size I would choose.

And believe me, I was gazing. My mind was struggling to grasp with the sight that lay before my eyes. Truly, a sight to behold if ever there was one. Mouth open, jaw to the floor, all I could mutter was “Oh My God….” over and over again (ironically enough, the scene would be repeated again the next evening when I entered my first go-go bar in Nana Plaza).

The papasan brought me back round to the tasks at hand. Before I ascended the stairway to heaven, we needed to work out a few minor details. Namely, which little angel would accompany me, and the amount of moolah that would require. The house wanted 3500 Baht for the superstars, or 3000 for the regulars. So I asked, “What’s the difference?” I could already see that the superstars were far better looking, but I was fishing for more info.

To paraphrase his answer, the superstars were fresh, and/or supposedly the best at “fucking and sucking.” The regulars were the veterans who were better at giving the soap massages. I finally negotiated a price of 3000 for a superstar; once I had the price set, I got down to the really serious business of picking my piece of fruit. Papasan kept pushing #54 on me, but I thought she had too many canine-like attributes. It came down to a toss-up between #28 and #30. Both were smoking hot, but #28 kept flirting and flashing me brilliant smiles, so she won the day.

As the papasan called her out, I was led over to the cashier to settle the account. After I paid, she appeared next to me and marched me off to the elevator and up to the third floor. Stepping off the elevator, the floor attendant assigned us a room, 2304 (yes, I even had the room number jotted down in my notes), and we soon found ourselves at the door. The room had all the essentials for sex; to the left was a very large bathtub that could easily accommodate two or three people. Next to that was a large tiled area with a slick-surfaced air mattress propped up against the wall (oh boy! I thought – I had read about the “soapie” body massages). The back of the room was occupied by a queen-size bed and a loveseat with a coffee table.

The girl’s name was “Apple” (when she asked for mine I replied “Pie”), and she had a body sculpted in the eye of god. She was a classic Thai spinner, with a very hard body, perky breasts and best of all, eraser nipples that were standing at attention, stiffer than a marine on drill. She said she was from Chiang Mai and that she was 18.

Foreplay began immediately on the couch while we sipped colas. Then came time to unwrap the Christmas present. She stood in front of me as I slowly removed the lingerie. I remember being awestruck over every inch of her body. She was one perfect specimen. Shortly after a good scrubbing in the tub, I got my first Bangkok Slide on the air mattress and had way too much fun in the process. When we finally made over to the bed, I discovered the bonus in my little package from heaven: she had fabulous control over her vaginal muscles and did the penis grip on me. Oooo laaa laaaa.

Apple rocked my world. The session went 90 minutes, and I got two pops out of it. I giddily stumbled out into the Bangkok night with that weak-kneed, tingly afterglow I get after a tremendously awesome session.

From that time on, my soul was sold down the river. I could not wait to see what other delights awaited me, not only in Bangkok, but everywhere else in the world as well. Destiny lay before me.

Back to the present…

Ironically, despite the detailed notes I keep, I never got the name of the massage parlor where that historic event occurred. I was so preoccupied with other matters that I never noticed the name or grabbed a card. Ever since then, I had been on a quest to find the place, simply to satisfy my nostalgic cravings. I did know that it was north of Sukhumvit Road, and I remembered it was at the end of a soi.

After poring over maps over the years, and using Google Earth, I finally pinpointed what I felt to be the most likely candidate, off of Petchaburi Road. All I needed to do was go in person to check it out. And here is what happened 10 years later…

I had made plans to go massage parlor hunting with LA Guy that evening, after I finished the dental work I had scheduled for the afternoon. It was about 10:30 in the morning as I dodged vendors on Sukhumvit, fighting my way down the sidewalk in order to get to the Villa market on Soi 11. Out of nowhere a cute, dark Isaan girl brushed by, and we made eye contact. I stopped immediately and looked back. After a few feet she looked back, saw me looking, and stopped. Her hair was still a bit wet from the shower she just took.

I’ve seen this movie a number of times. I love to snag bargirls in the morning as they leave their LT and head back home. Saves on the bar fines. And that is precisely what I did. We stood on the sidewalk and I took her hand. After getting the basics of where are you going, what’s your name, and where you work (she was out of Shark on Soi Cowboy), I asked if she wanted to go to my room. “Ok.”

Shark Girl was 22 and hailed from Si Saket. She had a baby three years prior, but I wouldn’t have known if she hadn’t told me. She had no stretch marks and the tube was certainly not in the cavernous category. She turned out to be very sweet. I also discovered she had a large clit, and I could do no wrong with my tongue down there. I spent quite some time DATY, and pretty much sent her to the moon. Apparently she was very appreciative of my service, because she reciprocated by giving me a full-on GFE session. It was awesome. I was a very, very, very happy man.

In fact I was so happy that I sessioned with her 4 times during the trip, including one LT. I only went into the bar once to pay her fine; the remaining sessions I just called her in the morning and she came over to my room to take care of my needs, giving me multiple pops. I couldn’t believe this girl worked in a gogo – her behavior was a throwback to the old days. I also discovered that she was bi, and lived with her girlfriend, so we talked a lot about her relationship with the girl. When I asked her which gender she liked better, she said “50-50.” I never got the chance to set up a threesome with her, but the thought did cross my mind…

Here are a few anonymous photos of her. Given all of the crap that has happened with lurkers on this board pursuing girls whose pics have been posted and then showing them the pics on this site, I am much more cautious than I used to be about posting photos. This is one of the girls whose identity I don’t want to reveal, so no face shots.

Photos: Shark 01 02 03

So that little sidewalk encounter had me in an upbeat mood when I rendezvoused with LA Guy that evening. We decided to start at one end of Petchaburi and work our way down. He had a couple of favorite places he wanted to show me, so we began with them. Evita and Meree are situated directly across Petchaburi Road from each other, a smidgen east of where Soi Thong Lo intersects Petchaburi. Evita’s prices were 1600 for girls in the bowl, and 1900 for the sideline. Interestingly, they also had happy hour pricing, which I believe was a 200 baht discount on any girl from opening time until 6 pm, but I’ll let him correct me if I’m wrong.

Meree across the street had identical pricing. Neither one of us saw girls we wanted at either joint, so we moved west to Bangkok Cozy, a place I’m quite familiar with in a carnal sort of way. There was a small group of men standing at the cashier counter with the girls they had just picked. As we approached, my mongering alert system went off, clanging general quarters. Yes, one of those girls was smoking hot. I had to wipe the drool and remind myself to keep walking, instead of stopping to gawk. A not-so-discreet inquiry to the papasan elicited the valuable information that I am about to impart to you: her name was Oy and her badge number was 165. If she is still there, I hope one of you can go bag that trophy.

After seeing her, the rest of the fishbowl just wasn’t up to snuff, and we left to continue our westward migration up Petchaburi. Next stop was to be the moment of truth. The candidate I thought most likely to be the golden temple of Murasaki’s lost virtue was Angara. Now the moment had come. Was it really the place where I lost my mongering cherry? The suspense built to a crescendo as our cab rumbled down the road. We soon found ourselves crossing a pedestrian bridge over Petchaburi Road and walking down the soi to Angara.

I was almost certain it would be the place, as the exterior location was exactly as I remembered it. We walked through the front door – immediately to the left was the cashier station, and the fishbowl was in the front off to the right. Bingo. It was the place. The lobby had been altered somewhat, but this was definitely it. I stalled for a moment as I reminisced on the spot about what transpired there 10 years before and wondered whatever became of Apple. From time to time I am apt to indulge in nostalgia, and this was certainly one of those occasions.

Finally the business at hand jolted me back to the present. There was a fishbowl to peruse and inquiries to make. My hopes were high, but ultimately unfulfilled. There were no Apples in the bowl, nor for that matter any other desirable fruit. The larder was barren. For the sake of research, an inquiry to the papa about pricing brought back 2000 and 2500, depending on which side of the bowl you picked. Much cheaper than the quote from 10 years prior, but of course we walked in instead of being brought by tuk tuk.

We exited and retraced our steps. I was wallowing in a strange and deep sense of satisfaction. After 10 years, I had solved a longstanding personal mystery. Maybe it was the feeling of smugness that had enveloped me that caused what happened shortly thereafter. On the way back to Petchaburi, we ducked into Harem/Halem to check out the lineup, and quickly beat a hasty retreat in order to preserve our retinas. At Petchaburi, we pulled a u-turn down the next soi to look into Embassy. What the hell, we were in the neighborhood.

Now those of you who know me are aware I’m pretty discreet about expressing opinions or discussing our hobby in public spaces. But once in a while, as MongerX can attest to from an incident in China that will be discussed in a separate report, I slip out of character. And in Embassy I slipped big time.

We walked through the door and came to a stop. Both of us were gob smacked. And then I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help myself. It erupted uncontrollably, and flowed like lava racing down the side of a volcano. I laughed as we scanned the bowl, I laughed as we ran out the door, and I laughed all the way back to Petchaburi, at times gasping for air.

What was the causal factor, you wonder? What vision of hilarity met your eyes? Simply put, the fish bowl at Embassy was essentially a freight truck parking lot. I had never in my life seen such a “large” collection of Asian women. I didn’t know Thailand had women that big. My god, there were earthmovers, 18 wheelers, and a couple of combines parked in there. It was the funniest damn thing I had ever seen in Thailand – I guess you could say I was laughing in the face of my personal vision of hell.

Back on Petchaburi Road, I pulled myself together and dabbed the tears from my eyes. Obviously a massage parlor was not destined to be for this day. And despite the large number of MP’s that I checked out, I only sessioned once in one the entire trip. A few days later, LAGuy and I made a chicken run to Petchaburi, starting at Evita again. He took a girl who was somewhat of a regular for him. I interviewed a tall, slinky sideline girl who was quite good looking, but she didn’t kiss, so I let her go. The papasan tried to call over another sideline girl I was interested in, but with the best farang stink face she could muster, I was waved off, and with that, beat a retreat to Meree across the street.

At Meree, I dithered for a bit, standing between the fishbowl and the sideline area so I could examine both from a single vantage point. Looking down the hall toward the cashier station, I spotted a spinner sideline girl who was just signing in for work, and nabbed her immediately. G was 23, from Bangkok, and had been working there for 3 weeks. Prior to that she worked in a restaurant and a store. It was a really good session, with DFK, DATY, eraser nipples, and a really tight pussy that enabled me to pop twice in 90 minutes. 1700 baht to the house, and I tipped her a couple hundred more. She didn’t have the greatest looking face, but that body and performance more than made up for it.

Photos: Meree 04 05

Part II

10 years ago

The second foray of my nascent mongering career happened the following night. If Apple was representative of what the hobby had to offer, and of Thai womanhood in general, then I couldn’t get enough. I resolved to make my first visit to a gogo bar.

Of course in the media and the popular imagination, the gogo bar scene is what most people associate with Bangkok, particularly the raunchy sex shows. In my brief research, I had learned there were three major congregations of gogo bars in Bangkok: Nana Plaza, Soi Cowboy, and Patpong. My sources were unanimous in condemning Patpong, citing a litany of issues. So I decided that evening’s sortie would be to a place called Nana Plaza.

One of my first impressions of Nana from out by the road was that it was reminiscent of an open-atrium food court area of a typical shopping mall. But instead of your typical fast-food joint, all the stores on every floor were stocked with naked women. When I got into the plaza itself, I had to stop for a moment and let the sensual impact sink into my cerebral cortex. A raucous cacophony of music and touts. Blazing neon. The smell of testosterone permeating the air. And women, women everywhere. My kind of place.

I can easily imagine someone, who had not done some previous research, standing there half the night just trying to decide which of the 30-40 bars to enter. Fortunately I had already decided that my principal destination was “Pretty Girl,” as it got four stars on the one little web site I had found back then to do my research. I quickly found it on the ground level, just off to the left from where I was standing. I stepped up into the open-air bar that faced the plaza and then headed back through the curtain into the darkness beyond... a darkness that concealed... paradise.

I was quickly confronted by two catwalks. The larger one to the right had about 15 nude dancers on it. The one to the left had about six dancers in thong bikinis. Many of the women walking around the floor or sitting with customers were also completely nude.

10 years ago, Pretty Girl was widely considered to be the top bar in Nana, if not Bangkok. There were about 70 girls working there, and judging by their looks, the bar was aptly named. It was by far and away the largest concentration of beautiful women that I saw in Thailand; I had trouble keeping my jaw closed and the drool in. It was one stunner after another. I was incredibly impressed with the owner’s taste in staffing.

I remember being astonished that there were naked bar girls in the toilet with me when I took a piss. And it was when I was returning from that piss that I spotted the girl who made lava look cold. Her name was Bei, a 19 year old from Bangkok. She was a tall gumby type, and to this day one of the most beautiful women I have ever been with.

I bought her a drink, and proceeded to emulate my fellow mongerers in the bar: I fondled her tits and groped her ass. Looking back, I should have realized she had a terrible personality, but my brain was not functioning properly that night. Things weren’t registering accurately in the addled sexual haze that was clouding my judgment. Bei left me to go do her five song dance shift. I gazed at her naked body on stage. I gawked at the 20 other naked bodies on stage. I hoped to god that Scotty didn’t beam me up, because by god I was having the time of my life.

When her shift ended, Bei came back and stood in front of me, completely nude. I managed to gulp something about how much the bar fine was, and 450 baht promptly passed between us.

We agreed on short-time. Soon we were climbing up to the second floor of Nana Plaza to the short time hotel. To this day, it was the one and only time I used it. After the standard shower, we were on the bed and began engaging in.... some of the worst sex I ever had. It’s in the history books, filed under “massive letdowns.” Starfish come to mind. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I have been with, and yet I could have gotten more satisfaction fucking a bowl of wet noodles.

However, during the post-coital analysis that took place in the taxi back to my hotel, it became clear to me that I missed the warning signs in the bar, and realized that this was all a major learning experience. Some conclusions I came to for future visits: watch their behavior in the bar. Are they warm or cold in their personality? Do they touch you? Do they laugh and smile? Ask them questions as well, especially about kissing, ears, tickling and so on. When Bei was off dancing, I had time to observe the behavior of a lot of the women who were with men. During my analysis, it struck me that they acted quite differently than Bei did, and came to the conclusion that I sucked a lemon. Chalk it up to in-experience and an out-of-control libido.

Back to the present…

I must have poked my head inside most every gogo in Nana that isn’t stocked with ladyboys on this trip. And of course, one of the first I wanted to see was Pretty Girl. At some point a few years ago, they altered the name, so now they go by Pretty Lady. Unfortunately, they now win the misnomer award of the year. The place was dead. There were 4 customers in the bar, six girls on stage, and a few more lazing about on the seats. There couldn’t have been more than 15 girls in the whole place. I was surprised it was that dead, given that it was around 10 pm.

But then I remember reading about some bitter battle between the owners, so obviously that has had some impact on the bar’s operations. Standing there in the bar, another wave of nostalgia crashed over me. I thought back to my trip in 2005, when I found a diamond in this bar that I did 3 LT’s with. I posted a number of pictures of her on this board; this is the girl I’m talking about:

Photo: Pretty Lady

What wonderful times we had. Every night was dinner, movies, ice cream, a sleepover. A total GFE. Ah, and I love that ass.

With that bit of reminiscing over, I moved out into the plaza, up the stairs on the left to the second floor, then 15 feet straight and turned left. Blessed are the spinners of this world, and it was a spinner I wanted. I was standing at the entrance to a bar I have a long history with. On every trip, it has never let me down in providing a top-notch spinner, including one of my all-time favorite gogo girls several years ago. The bar is called Rainbow 3. Enter the temple.

When I can, I like to grab a seat along the left-hand wall, and was able to do so. After the waitress scurried off to get my Sprite, I began a visual sweep of the bar. There were several hot targets, but one in particular was extra appealing, and I waved her down in under a minute. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I made on the trip.

The Spinner plopped down next to me. She was scrumptious. My interview criteria just got a lot shorter, based on the hard-on she was giving me. The usual questions and answers were exchanged. Do you like to kiss? She responded with a smooch on the lips. Check please!

I won’t bore you with the particulars, but suffice to say I found a girl who loved having her pussy eaten, and I ate her for an awfully long time. I was probably down there for a good 30-40 minutes, and she told me she came 8 times. She was extremely happy. Following that was a nice long fuck. I wound up sessioning with her three times during the trip. I would have taken her LT, but she is strictly a short timer. She also has an older sister working at RB3 who is quite hot herself. There are definitely some good genes running through that family. The bar fine was 600, and 2000 to The Spinner. Here’s a couple of shots of this cutie. She was camera shy and it was quite difficult to get to even hold still for these.

Photos: Rainbow Three 06 07 08

Part III

10 years ago

It was the third night of my six night sojourn to Bangkok. I decided to make another attempt at the Thermae “coffee shop,” this time arriving at around 10:45. The shop was darkly lit and sparsely occupied at that moment. After getting a drink at the bar, I immediately got hit on by two very unattractive women, but I was finally able to beat them off. I soon wound up sitting in a booth with a spunky woman named Ban, who didn’t speak a word of English. So she had one of the unattractive ones come over to interpret for us.

Ban was attractive but not beautiful. She was in her late-twenties, had one child, a day job, and freelanced on the side for extra cash. She wanted a 1000 Baht which was well within my meager budget. I liked her well enough that I said ok, and soon we were in a taxi heading for another short-time joint. This one turned out to be my favorite place, as it had mirrored walls that were quite useful for watching the action. The sex was pretty straight-forward and adequate; much better than the previous night’s disaster, but nothing exceptional.

The most memorable thing about the session was the fact that I was really digging all the mirrors, and enjoying the views they provided. The short time place I believe is called the Penthouse, and is located on the soi behind the Grace hotel that comes from soi 11 and links to soi 3, where the entrance to Bumrungrad is. I’ve walked by it a few times since. It’s one of those places where there is a parking spot in front of each room, much like the love hotels in Japan.

Back to the present

The evening began with a dinner with Blumpy. He just got into town for a brief trip, and had a free evening before heading off to Pattaya. We poked our heads into a number of bars in Nana, then went into Angelwitch. I chatted with Dave as Blumpy snuggled with a previous bar fine and told me he’d be taking her. I left them to pursue the course of nature and went to Soi Cowboy. After checking a number of bars there, which were pretty much all dead, I decided to poke my head into the Thermae before heading back to Nana.

It had been some years since I visited the Thermae. Perched at the top of the stairs that descend into this den of inequity, I experienced another flashback. Not to Ban, but to Noi, a wonderful spinner I bumped into on this very stairway on my second trip to Bangkok 8 years ago. We fucked all night. I popped four times. It was a phenomenal session that still rates in my top 10. In fact that entire trip was memorable – my first visit to Chao Phraya 2 and the absolutely gorgeous girl who gave me phenomenal head; a wonderful 30-year old at a little, now-defunct place called Sweetheart on Soi 5; and my first foray into Phnom Penh, in which Street 63 was at its heyday and I formed an appreciation for the Vietnamese blowjob.

But I digress. Time to shoo away the mists of time and return to the topic at hand. Ah yes, the return to the Thermae. Well not much happened. I did a slow loop through the place, which was packed. There wasn’t an empty seat in the house. Despite the quantity on hand, the quality at that moment did not appeal to my sense of aesthetics, and I resumed my drift back to Nana. And here is where the night turns into the strangest I’ve ever had in my 10 years of mongering.

It all happened at Rainbow 4. After taking some time to peruse the vast number of girls on offer, I settled on a slinky one. Somehow I didn’t jot down her name. For some reason I think it was Oy, but it may as well have been mud.

She passed the interview process in the bar, and specifically was ok with kissing (I never take a girl who won’t kiss, with an extreme few exceptions). Another walk back to the hotel, retracing a route trodden by how many hundreds of thousands men I don’t know. We go through the usual shower routine, and finally we’re on the bed and I’m peeling off her towel. Then I leaned over to kiss her, and…. She freaked out. Literally, freaked out. It was like she suffered a nervous breakdown. She shrieked, pulled away, and quivered in the corner of the bed. She was actually shaking. I was stunned. Now I’m not the best looking guy around, but I’ve never elicited THAT kind of reaction before.

I immediately knew this session had come to an end. So I simply asked her if I should take her back to the bar. What did she do? Without saying a word, she leapt out of bed, threw her clothes on, and ran out my door, I’d say in about 90 seconds flat. She could not get away from me fast enough.

To say I was perplexed would be the understatement of the year. It wasn’t as if I had gotten out some whips and massive dildoes, along with spiked handcuffs. I had simply leaned over to kiss her. Somebody had some major issues! There have been a few times where I cut bait with a girl after bar fining her, and I always have just eaten the fine. But I was a bit ticked off about this, so I went back to Rainbow 4.

The first person I found was my waitress, who spoke decent English, so I told her what happened. She went and got the mamasan and we relayed the story, with the waitress giving the girl’s name, but at the time we couldn’t quite remember the number. She hadn’t returned to the bar, so the mamasan told me they’d give me a refund of the 600 bar fine once they could pinpoint the exact girl, which meant I’d most likely have to return the following day.

On my way out the door, I bumped into a spinner from Kalasin by the name of Bew. I had actually seen her earlier that night before I pulled down the freak, and had wanted to pull her over for a drink. But when she came off the stage she was already in someone’s lap and I thought for sure he was going to fine her. Turned out he didn’t. So after chatting with her, I dragged her over to the mamasan and said “Let me do an exchange. You keep the bar fine and let me take Bew.” Made sense to her as the bar kept the money, so off she went to change, and soon the hotel trek was performed again.

So it was on the way to the room that I discovered she was drunk. In the haste in the bar, I never took the time to sit down with her. She told me she had been drinking that night in the corner with other bargirls. The session itself was so-so. At least she had a cute spinner body. The problem was getting her to leave. I could not get this girl to get her ass in gear and get out the door. It was 3 am by then, I was ready to hit the sack, and LT was not in the cards with this one.

She did everything in slow motion, then spent an inordinate amount of time in front of the mirror putting on makeup. Why I don’t know, since the bars were all closed, but then again, she was drunk. It was as if she was stalling. I had to ask her to leave several times. Finally she said “You’re not happy with me?” At last she took her 2000 baht, and an exasperated Murasaki vowed to give Rainbow 4 a wide berth for a while.

Part IV

10 years ago

I wanted to check out Soi Cowboy to begin my fourth night in Bangkok. My brief research revealed that the current bar du jour was Long Gun, so that is where I began. Long Gun wasn’t as large as Pretty Girl, nor did it have as many beautiful women; but it was nevertheless a happening place. There was one large catwalk in the middle that held about twenty topless dancers. The waitress sat me and took my order for Sprite (yes, even back then that was my official bar drink).

Sitting in the row behind me were five Japanese guys having a grand time of it. I remember being quite unimpressed with their choice of women, which is unusual with the Japanese. My view of the dancers was partially blocked by a large group of drunken American/Canadian expats who were taking up the whole walking area in front of my seat. Through this flailing crowd I glimpsed a woman on the stage with whom I became very intrigued.

Finally I got fed up with the hindered view and moved to the other side of the stage. Once the woman came down and I got a better look at her, I quickly became entranced. But as we say in California, you snooze, you lose. While I sat there gazing in a dream-like trance, she got called over to the obnoxious group.

By this time I was occupying one of the stools that sit directly below the catwalk, the classic place always occupied by the off-duty cop visiting the girlie bar in every movie Hollywood ever made. The dancers were no longer topless; they were now bottomless as well, enabling me to engage in a close inspection of all their boxes. Directly across the catwalk, visible through several sets of shifting legs was the girl who caught my eye. She was alternately lavished with attention and then completely ignored by the most loutish of the group of drunks.

It was during one of the “ignore” lulls that she caught me staring at her. She proceeded to melt my heart with one of the most incredible smiles I have ever seen. We started flirting with each other from a distance. What I found so appealing about her (putting aside the fact that she was very beautiful, had a killer body, a smile to die for and an overall innate chemical attraction that mere words just can’t properly explain) was that she bore more than a passing resemblance to someone from my past. I’m sure everyone has had plenty of fantasies about having sex with someone they were very attracted to, but never received the opportunity to do so. Having sex with this woman would in a sense be the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy, in a surrogate sort of way.

The flirting continued, and during one of the lulls, I waved her over. She took a glance toward the lout and then snuck over. She told me her name was Nawp, she came from Buriram (thus began my fetish for Buriram girls), and that she was 25. We chatted very briefly and then she had to go back to the other guy.

“Damn!” I kept cursing myself, ruing the fact that I didn’t move quicker on her. Another key lesson learned. Pull the trigger fast when you see what you want, or someone will beat you to the draw. We continued flirting with each other, but it became apparent she might have to stick with the group for quite awhile, as he kept continuing the attention/ignore pattern. I decided I couldn’t wait any longer and resolved to come back for her the following night.

So I waved another woman over who was quite appealing, discovered she wanted 1000 baht for ST and that the bar fine was 350 baht. As we left, Nawp gave me a big smile and shrugged her shoulders in one of those “there’s nothing I can do about this” manners. I waved and walked out the door, with the girl leading me to the ST hotel at the end of the soi.

My consolation prize was Yo, who was 20 years old. She had a very hard body, a beautiful face and nice nipples. She was fairly tall, slinky, and wore her hair short in the classic Thai style. Despite being a little on the pouty side, she was quite a good fuck with a nice tight pussy. Although I didn’t get my first choice, the runner-up certainly saved the night.

Back to the present….

After dinner, I began the evening’s hunt at Cowboy. Long Gun was the first bar I walked into. The place has not changed in ten years, including the super uncomfortable benches that line the walls. The girls were wearing great costumes, which consisted of nothing but a scarf around the neck. Unfortunately the selection of girls was not as great as the costume. I saw one that intrigued me, but I needed to get back to the hotel for a bit, and once there, I decided to walk over to Nana.

I went into Mandarin, and they had a couple of cuties up on the second floor. I noticed that the enclosed “private” room that used to look over the stage on the second floor was no longer enclosed. Like just about every bar now, I had fond memories of Mandarin. It was one of the first bars Khun Mor and I went to when we first met 5 years ago, and there was this girl named Ya…. (you can see her here: Photo: Ya)

As I was scoping out the girls, Crazier called. He wanted to meet at Cowboy. Before I left to meet him, I got the name of one of the girls I liked, a darker complexioned girl from Petchabun. A short time later we were on Cowboy having drinks on the patio outside Tilac. While we were there, a large tour bus pulled up on the Asoke side and offloaded about 50 European tourists, who proceeded with their guide to walk down the soi, gawking along the way. It was official: I had become part of a tourist attraction.

Crazier and I walked in and out of a great deal of bars on Cowboy, but the offerings were scant. Finally we went into Déjà Vu, a bar I have never even sat down in before, and lo and behold, I was in lust. As some of you know, I have certain weaknesses. One of them is for Japanese girls. Another of my weaknesses is for Thai girls that look like Japanese girls. And the girl on stage that was the subject of my salivation was a dead ringer for a Japanese.

I don’t think Crazier thought much of her, but we all have our own vernacular tastes and predilections, and she was certainly A-class material in my book. We sat on the stools next to the stage so I could get up close to the object of my affection. I started talking with her while she was still on stage and tried to pull her down for a drink. Turned out someone already had dibs on her, and it happened to be the guy directly to my right, who was busy chatting up a storm with his friend. So I got her name, made note of her number, then watched some more until Crazier and I finished our drinks. I was definitely going to return for another attempt at her runway.

Crazier left for the airport to pick up a guest flying in. I decided to go back to Nana and see if the girl was still at Mandarin. I felt like a yoyo given the number of times I had traveled between the two that evening. The session with the girl was ok. She wasn’t stellar in bed, but there was DFK, DATY and good bj, so I certainly wasn’t complaining.

Part V

10 years ago

It was my fifth day in Bangkok, and I spent the entire afternoon looking forward to seeing Nawp again. There was such an innate connection that I simply couldn’t get her out of my mind. I returned to Long Gun at about 9 p.m., and looked around, but didn’t see her anywhere. I asked a waitress about her, and of course she asked what her number was. I didn’t know, because I forgot to ask - and quickly made a mental note to myself to always get the number in the future. Yet another important lesson learned.

I went two doors down to the sister bar, Long Gun II, but she wasn’t in there either. I stood outside, somewhat crestfallen, and contemplated giving up and moving on to another bar. But then I decided I might as well go in and have a drink and cool off, as it was damn hot and muggy outside.

I had the drink, paid my bill, then made one last search through the bar before giving up and leaving. It was during this final sweep that I finally saw her, firmly ensconced in the back row between two guys who were talking through her. She saw me as I walked by, and we both smiled and waved. I promptly sat down at an empty table near the door, a vantage point from which we could clearly see each other. Then we began to flirt again, like the previous night.

She came over and we chatted a bit. Then I said “let’s go!” She said to give her five minutes and returned to her position between the two guys. Sure enough, about five minutes later she was able to extricate herself from their company and came to my table to get the bar fine money. Then she went off to change, leaving me sitting there giddy with anticipation. Let me tell you, I was the poster boy for a Heinz 57 commercial, Carly Simon songs playing as background music in the back of my brain. I wanted this girl bad. There have been few women in my life that had this kind of impact on me, and Nawp was one of them.

While Nawp was off changing, Yo saw me and came over. She expected me to take her out again. After I declined and she found out I was taking someone else out, she glared at me evilly, as if I were the devil incarnate or something to that effect, and pulled a big jealousy act. I was finally able to shoo her away, and a few minutes later I saw her hanging all over another guy.

Nawp came back and we went to the same short time hotel I used the previous night with Yo. God I had a wonderful time. My eyes are getting misty just thinking about it as I sit here writing. The connection was both sexual and non-sexual, as we spent a lot of time talking in addition to quenching my sexual desire. She had an air of serenity surrounding her that I found very appealing. It was a full-scale girl friend experience.

As I said before, she had a wonderful body, and also a very tight pussy. She also spoke the best English out of all the women I had met on the trip, greatly enhancing the communication aspect. She was divorced and incredibly had 2 kids, which was most certainly not evident to me in any way. Her husband had custody of the kids, whom she saw twice a week. She had been working at Long Gun for about one year.

One of those little unexpected tidbits that came out of our talk was that she was delighted when she found out I was from California because, according to her, Californians were so nice. Apparently she has had some very pleasant experiences with us. Chalk one up for the Golden State.

After we left the room, I must have floated down to the street on a cloud, my afterglow shining like a beacon on a moonless night. The session was phenomenal. I also harbored a snug feeling of satisfaction over doing the surrogate of the girl from my past.

Back to the present…

Irony is a curious creature. Here I am, 10 years later. It is the next morning after I met the J-girl at Déjà vu and I can’t get her out of my mind. Carly Simon’s voice is haunting me. Much like Nawp, there was something chemical in this girl that I just couldn’t resist. Obviously she was going to be the target for that evening’s mission.

After dinner at Sunrise Tacos on Sukhumvit (which by the way, if you’re not familiar with this place, check it out, as it rocks – located just past soi 12 going east, right before you get to Times Square), I walked over to Déjà Vu. It was around 8, earlier than the previous night since I wanted to have the pole position on nabbing J-Girl. I talked to a waitress who said J-girl hadn’t come to work, and usually doesn’t show up until 9 or so, sometimes even 10. So I gave her my number and asked her to text me when J-girl arrived. With my early warning system in place, I walked down to Flaming Moe’s to say hi to Mano, but he wasn’t there.

Back at Cowboy I had a drink in the Long Gun and grimaced through a show full of overweight girls, then went down to Nana. There was no guarantee that J-girl would even show up, and I certainly wasn’t going to waste a night waiting. If I may paraphrase Scarlet, “there’s always tomorrow.” I had just gone down the stairs at Nana Station when I got the text: “She at work now.” The game was afoot.

I was back at Déjà Vu 10 minutes later. My little radar of a waitress sat me, then fetched J-girl from the back. J-girl jumped onto the seat next to me and snuggled right up and told me she was glad I came back. I was glowing with this girl in my arms, she felt that good. She passed the interview with flying colors.

And it is here that irony makes another appearance. J-girl was from Buriram. I had the world’s biggest shit-eating grin when I said, “I LOVE girls from Buriram.” As we chatted, I asked her if she ever worked on Soi Thaniya. She shot me a quizzical look and said “How did you know?”

“It was an easy guess. Because you look like you’re Japanese, I figured you would be very popular with Japanese customers.”

She had worked on Thaniya for 4 years. Six months prior, she moved over to Déjà Vu because she got tired of Japanese men and wanted to be with some farang. We then chit-chatted in Japanese for a bit before I sent her off with the bar fine.

The fates did not disappoint me. Kissing this girl was heaven. She had amazingly soft lips, which I could not get enough of. I licked them, sucked them, stroked them with my tongue. They were incredible. After a long DATY, she told me I was the first guy to ever make her cum orally, because I took my time – she said everyone usually rushes through it if they even bothered. The rest is a haze, but I do know I finally blew my load in doggie, hands firmly gripped on her waist. She told me that the guy the night before had offered her 20,000 baht to appear in a porn video, but she turned him down. “A pity” I thought. That she turned him down that is.

My apparition of lust faded into the night, leaving me to bask in the afterglow. “I really should visit Buriram one of these days” I mused, drifting off into another session with Mr. Sandman.

Here’s a few shots of J-Girl:

Photos: J-Girl 09 10 11

Part VI

10 years ago…

It was the final night of my sexual foray through the Land of Smiles. The euphoric feeling I had upon waking that morning had me resolve to spend another evening with Nawp. Since she was a popular girl that was seemingly always tied up with other men whenever I visited, I decided that I would get there at 7:30 on the dot, which was when she started work.

And it was almost precisely 7:30 when I set foot through the front doors. Nawp was literally the first person I saw, due to the fact that she was standing directly in front of me down the aisle, topless, and preparing to go onto the stage. Being so early in the evening, the place was almost empty, with only two other men present, and a slew of women milling around preparing for the night’s activities. As soon as I saw her, I lit up like a Christmas tree. I walked straight up to her and a big grin formed on her face when she saw me. “Do you want to go again?” I said, to which she eagerly nodded yes. I gave her the money and sat down as she ran off to change.

While she was away, I witnessed what could essentially be called a cattle call, as I watched the first group of women mount the stage to start off the dancing. About 25 suddenly jumped up simultaneously and began their gyrations to the music. Nawp returned, took my hand and led me back to the same short time hotel, my third night in a row there. By now, my face was recognizable to the guy who worked the counter.

Our session lasted for about two hours. We took a bath together, and gave each other a massage before making love. It was sheer bliss. As we were putting on our shoes afterward, she asked me where I was going. I said to eat. She said she was too, and asked if I wanted to eat together. I said sure. She said she needed to check-in first at the bar. Unfortunately it was a very busy Friday night, and they needed her back, so she couldn’t go eat with me. We parted outside the Long Gun and I watched one of the best women that I have ever connected with walk through the doors and into the mists of my memory.

10 years later…

It was the last night of my sexual foray in Bangkok. I started the evening by dropping by Angelwitch, but Dave wasn’t there. I sat down to have a drink and check out the lineup. An attractive girl named Ef just got fined by a Japanese guy sitting behind me. While he ran off to do something, I got the opportunity to interview her on his dime. It was a good thing the interview didn’t cost me a lady drink, because she failed (never kisses a customer). I finished my drink and left.

Out on the balcony in front of Angelwitch, I leaned over the railing to help decide my next destination. Since this was the last call, I thought about which bars hadn’t been hit yet. It then occurred to me that not only had I not been to Voodoo this trip, I hadn’t been there in a couple of years at least.

Two minutes later I was standing in the doorway. From the recesses of retrospection, I conjured up an image of a wonderful girl I took from this bar. It was 2002, and her name was Ging. She was a senior in college and close to graduation. I sessioned with her a couple of times. Here is a shot of Ging:

Photo: Ging

The flashback brought a smile to my face. I was introduced to this bar by Khun Mor, who had known the mamasan for many years. And I believe it was in this bar a few trips later that he met a girl named Da….

“Have a seat” said the waitress, jolting me back to the present. Momentarily startled, I glanced around. Much like Pretty Lady next door, Voodoo had certainly seen more glorious days. The bar was sparsely staffed with girls, so I didn’t even bother to take a seat.

Weaving my way through the beer bars in the middle of the plaza, I crossed over to Rainbow One and walked in. The first girl I saw on stage was a slinky spinner. I didn’t hesitate – I pulled her off the stage as I made my way to my seat. She had an awesome, tiny ass, and probably weighed around 40 kilos. There wasn’t any “chemical” attraction between us, but she would certainly make an adequate partner for an hour or two, so I pulled the trigger.

Ae was a local Bangkok girl and 23. I ate her spinner body for a long time, mixing time below with copious amounts of DFK. After a number of positions, it became evident that this would be one of those times that I just wasn’t going to be able to shoot. So I pulled out, removed the condom, and then did a joint masturbation on her body/HJ until I blew on her tits.

Here are some pics of her. She was dressed quite elegantly, unusual for a bargirl.

Photos: Rainbow One 12 13 14

These pics were taken in the cool room I had at Adelphi Suites. See my post about it here: Adelphi Suites

As a last note, to this day I wish we had digital cameras and cell phones 10 years ago (widespread). I never got any pictures of the girls from the first trip, because I was afraid of potential problems when getting the film developed in the country I was living in at the time (I definitely wasn’t in California). And if we had cell phones, I would have begged Nawp and Apple for their numbers. As it was, there was no feasible way to keep in touch with them. Timing and technology certainly weren’t cooperating with me on that trip.

Chapter Two

Angel 26
My first incursion into Bangkok’s demimonde on this trip was to a place called Angel 26, which is located at the end of soi 24/1, very close to soi 26. I went with LA Guy. I took a slender, good looking girl who told me her name was Kristin, and when prodded for her Thai name, learned it was Gip. LAG wound up with a Lemon. No really, that was her name. I don’t remember whether she performed like one; that will be for him to answer.

As for my girl, she was 22 and from Chiang Mai. She had been working there for a week, averaging 5-6 customers a day, mostly for oil massages. She said 1-2 were full-service. The previous guy to me that day just wanted a blowjob. I of course wanted the full monty.

After some DFK, DATY, and a covered BJ (a disturbing trend in these mini-mps, as I was soon to discover), I got the first pop off in doggie. After she gave me an oil massage, we finished with a HJTC with a prostate massage. The pricing at Angel 26 was identical to Tulip. 800 for a 2 hour session, 1500 to the girl for FS.

Tulip
I only made it to Tulip once this trip, and for the first time ever, only had a “good” session as opposed to the porn star sex I had cum to expect from this esteemed institution. I took Pop. It was her very first day at Tulip. She used to work at Mandarin and Rainbow One. Despite this, she still didn’t know how to give head. Still I got DFK and we went two rounds, though I was only able to pop in the first one, when she rode me cowgirl to finish. Hopefully the pros at Tulip will coach her for the future on how to give a better BJ. At least it was a BBBJ, which is more than you can say for the competition.

Teen 3, Soi 33
This was my third and last visit to this place. The first two times on prior visits I didn’t see any girls that were appealing enough. This time I took Cream, and paid 800 for 2 hours. In the room, Cream wouldn’t kiss, blocked her nipples from being licked and would only do a CBJ. I gave up, dressed, and left. The lady at the counter said it was house policy to do CBJ.

Love Teen, Soi 33
After giving up on Teen 3, I walked across the road to Love Teen. In the room with a girl named Ro, I learned that I was to only get one shot; any more after that was “extra.” I was then told that this was a new policy this year for all the soi 33 places. Oh, and the BJ would be covered. Pissed, I got up to leave again, intending to get my money back this time. Ro panicked and brought someone in the room who could speak better English. They agreed to throw in a HJ on top of the one FS session for no extra charge, to which I acquiesced, figuring the odds of me getting the money back were slim anyway. It was my last visit to a mini-mp, or to soi 33, and it was only the third day of my trip. I am curious to see how their business does with this CBJ policy in place.

Lólita's
I made two visits to Lólita's, both of which were disappointing. Doesn’t anyone there know how to give head anymore? Both girls simply mangled the little purple guy. All they did was suck the head while constantly pumping their hand up and down the shaft in a very rough manner. It didn’t feel good at all. Training standards are really lacking these days in many places! Still 700 for the BJ, plus the usual tip to the girls.

Erotica
When the timing is right, the second floor here will have some scrumptious spinners. Some days it is stocked, other days the second floor is closed and all the girls are downstairs. I hit it on a night when there were three excellent specimens. One guy beat me to the punch on my first choice, so I settled for the consolation of Wan, who was 18. Crazier joined me, and also fined a girl. Neither one of us had any luck, as we both had sub par sessions. BF was 600, and the standard 2000 to the girl.

Bacarra
This was the bittersweet moment of the trip. My favorite girl from last year still worked here, and we exchanged texts upon my arrival. However, when I arrived to pick her up, I didn’t recognize her at first. She used to have long hair, and now it was cropped really short, which completely changed her appearance. On top of that, she was acting really, really strange. When we got out of the bar, she also walked funny, and I didn’t know if she was high or drunk. I did know that by the time we got to Paragon, I decided to cut bait. We certainly weren’t going to have the wonderful reunion I had hoped for. I gave her 500 baht and wished her well.

I have to add that I am also tired of Bacarra’s asinine pricing policies, and I won’t be returning. If you take a girl before she has done a full dance shift, you have to buy either a minimum of two lady drinks at 150 a piece plus the standard bar fine, or pay a 1000 baht bar fine. Fuck these people.

Other Nana Plaza bars
The Hollywoods on the third floor were both moribund. Carnival was a little livelier, but the selection was not appealing. G-Spot didn’t have a single looker, nor did Playskool when I walked through. Out of all the Rainbows, RB Two was the one that seemed to be neglected at the moment, at least in the quality of girls.

Other Soi Cowboy bars

As I previously posted, Shark was the best bar on Cowboy, featuring a fairly strong lineup. Most of the other bars on Cowboy were devoid of talent. Tilac, Dollhouse, Midnite, Rawhide, Suzie Wong, and a host of others had no appealing girls when I visited. Even Baccara didn’t have the stash of spinners that it normally does. Long Gun had one that I previously mentioned, and Déjà Vu had a couple in addition to J-girl. Time to send the recruiters back up to Isaan.

The massage parlor roundup

There is something I have been meaning to do for eight years, and I am pleased to report that I finally accomplished the undertaking this trip. What was this longstanding objective? It was to cross the river. By that, I mean to visit the major massage parlors that sit on the other side of the Chao Phraya river, across the Pin Klao bridge.

LA Guy joined me on my voyage into the undiscovered country. To my knowledge, no one on this board has ever reported on two of these places, so here we go.

We began at a place called Snow White. Admittedly, we picked a bad day for this outing, as Saturdays are usually very busy. Consequently, the parking lot at Snow White was full, and there weren’t that many girls on show in the lobby. The fishbowl was undergoing renovation, so all the girls were sitting at a counter that ran along one wall. The rest of the facility could use a facelift as well, as it certainly had seen better years.

Working from the small sample size, I thought Snow White had the best lineup of the three places we hit. There were three girls that appealed to me, one of them a major hottie. We were both reluctant to pull the trigger until we had seen what was on offer at all three, so that is how I got beat to the punch on the hottie by a local. I was especially chagrined to get a close look at her body as she walked by – she was built. You snooze you lose.

Here is the pricing we were given by the mamasan: Girls with a number were 1600, girls with an “M” were 1800, and girls with a “B” were 2100, all for 2 hours. They are open from 12 to 12 every day.

Our next stop was Valentine, which was a much nicer facility, but had a much worse selection. Again, I have to issue the caveat that the bowl was pretty empty due to the Saturday afternoon rush. The parking lot was full and the helpful papasan said many of the girls were upstairs. The place had a large lobby and fish bowl, so I think it would be worth checking out again on a week day. Prices were 1800 for girls from the bowl, and 2500 for the sideline, all for 2 hours.

Directly next door to Valentine is the massage parlor that initially got me interested in crossing the river: the Chao Phraya 3. It is the sister to the infamous Chao Phraya 2, which is where I first learned about number 3 back in 2000. I have been wanting to come check it out ever since.

Mind you it was November, 2007, and they still had a “Happy New Year, 2007” sign hanging in the lobby, so CP 3 is a little behind the ball. The lobby isn’t as large as CP 2, and the ceiling is a lot lower, so it’s a bit claustrophobic in there, but the fishbowl is almost as large. It was also practically empty. We were both surprised how few girls were in it – maybe 15 if you shook the bushes hard enough. “Upstairs” said the mama. Pricing was 1600, 1700 and 1800, all prices being 200 baht cheaper than those at CP2. Again, it needs to be revisited on a weekday.

Speaking of the Chao Phraya 2, LAG and I also hit that venerable institution. In the previous chapter I already discussed my first visit and the gorgeous girl I got. What I did not mention is that the mere mention of the words “Chao Phraya 2” will have my eyes mist over with memories of the soapy massage girl nonpareil, Tip. I sessioned with her 3 times back in 2002, moments that I will treasure to the day I die. Should anyone ever wonder why on earth I pay for sex, I can push her forward as exhibit A. You can see many photos of her in the galleries on Hombre, as I published quite a few, such as this one:

Photo: Tip

But I digress. Current pricing at CP 2 is 1800, 1900, and 2000, for 2 hours. They had no Tips in the bowl, nor anything else very appealing either. But it was Saturday evening, again a terrible time to check out selection at a massage parlor. I never managed to make it back again for another look.

Down the road a bit from CP2 is J-One, also known as Chao Phraya One, but it’s not related to CP2 or 3. They had just finished a really nice renovation job in the lobby, so the place looked sharp. Interestingly, they had removed the glass from the fish bowl, the first time I have seen that done in a major MP. I don’t know if the rooms were renovated, as we didn’t go up. I’m sure J-One has a farang surcharge, as we were quoted 2000, 2500, or 3000, for a lineup that was not worthy.

I also got back down to Chinatown for a look at the MP’s there, something I haven’t done since 2001. I found Texas again, where I sessioned so long ago. The McDonalds that has always been the landmark for making the turn into the alley was gone, so it took me a bit to really search the crags of my memory banks on how to get there. The golden arches have been replaced by a Tops Store and a Chinese restaurant, which sit under the Shanghai Inn. Texas is down the alley just to the right of this building. The quote at Texas was 1500 for all girls. There was nothing but dregs in the bowl.

I also for the first time found Harem, the other MP in Chinatown that I heard about, but never knew where it was. They have changed their name to Cleopatra. The place is quite close to Hua Lamphong station, just over the canal and up one of the streets to the right. The girls were 1000 and 1200. I passed. Not with a ten foot pole.

Pattaya

Yes, you read that right. Murasaki was a busy boy. For the first time since 2001, I managed to check out Pattaya. My first visit lasted 3 days, as I hated the place. This was my second visit, which lasted 3 days, and I hated the place. I know there are many Pattaya fans on this board, but that town simply does not mix well with Murasaki’s mojo. Although cheaper than Bangkok, I found the quality of girls to be simply atrocious. I struggled to find decent looking girls, in both the gogos and beer bars. Mind you, I said “decent”, not hot, beautiful, stunning, and so on and so forth.

I did see a couple of hotties on the streets with guys, but I never caught them solo in a venue of ill-repute or good repute for that matter. I imagine if one actually lived there, it would be possible to search out the hot diamonds. But for the casual visitor, at least this casual visitor, I was shit out of luck. Honestly, I saw more good looking girls in Shark in Bangkok than I did in all of Pattaya. It reminded me of my ill-fated trip to AC, where much the same thing happened.

I managed to do 3 sessions in Pattaya. The first was a spinner out of Super Girl. She we got undressed, she expressed reservations about my size – and for once, it wasn’t just bullshit. She had the shallowest pussy I have ever encountered. I could only go in two-thirds of the way, if that. I could never really get a good stroke going, and she was in pain. We finally gave up and finished with a HJ with a blow on the tits.

The second was on Soi 6 at a place called TG Bar. It was a spinner that lured me in. She sucked my tonsils downstairs, which seems to be par for the course on that soi. Upstairs the session was very average. But at 700 baht for the girl, plus 300 for the room, you definitely can’t beat the price.

The last and best session was with a woman out of a joint called The Sea, which lies just across from Super Baby. Notice I said “woman” because I was stunned to learn when we got back to my hotel that she was 35. Say what? Yup. Had two kids aged 17 and 14. Looking at her body, I couldn’t believe it. And then I had to laugh when I found out she was from Buriram. Hmmm, I distinctly remember another lady from Buriram who had had two kids and no impact on the body…

I was pleased to find out she was tight, and I had no problems finishing off. I had to laugh, because she told me about her English boyfriend who lives in Pattaya. He knows she works in a bar, but she tells him that she only dances and never goes with customers. Either he is an idiot or she is deluding herself. Whichever, it makes for an amusing scenario.

Here are a couple of shots of the ass and waist of this two kid, 35 year mother. Try finding the equivalent in the US of A. It would be very difficult indeed:

Photos: The Sea 15 16 17 18

Final thoughts and observations

Bangkok is currently exploding, with construction cranes dotting the landscape. A plethora of high-rise condo towers have or are bursting out of the ground. The scale of development is truly massive. I read in the Bangkok Post that much of the development is being concentrated near the much coveted locations that are close to Skytrain stations. Everyone wants quick access to the best mode of transit in Bangkok. Consequently the price of land near Skytrain stations is rocketing up.

If you remember, there used to be a complex of beer bars at the corner of Asoke and Sukhumvit, right behind Soi Cowboy (a complex out of which I bar fined this incredible piece of ass several years ago: Photo: Nan) That complex was demolished to make way for the giant condo tower that is now soaring skyward. This tower of expensive condos lies directly adjacent to Soi Cowboy. It made me wonder. The gogo areas survived the puritanical crackdowns of the Thaksin administration, but can they withstand the onslaught of real estate development? The land that Nana and Cowboy sit on has to be worth a fortune. Will there come a point in time when the owners will cash in to make way for a condo tower? Should that happen, the bars can’t move elsewhere. As part of the crackdown, the government won’t allow gogo bars to be opened anywhere outside the existing three “entertainment zones.” At least that is how the situation is now from what I understand.

Although I love Bangkok, plainly things just aren’t what they used to be. I have already documented my frustration with the changes in a report from 2 years ago, but it is even more evident now. IMO, the biggest problem is expense. It has gotten damn expensive. I don’t know how many of you Americans have stopped to think about it, but with our weak-assed dollar, a simple short time session in a Bangkok gogo will now run you about $100. Say what? Yup. 2000 baht is the standard rate to the girl; bar fines are 600, up to 700, and in a couple of places, 800 baht before 10 pm. Add in 500 or 600 for drinks, and there you have it, 3100-3400 baht for a short time, which at 33 baht to the dollar is $94 - $103.

For long time, you are looking at a minimum of $120 - $140. Folks, this adds up fast. Maybe on a short trip the damage isn’t that bad, but I was on a long trip that included China and Indonesia, so I really had to monitor the cash outlay. As a consequence, in Thailand I basically limited myself to one session a day. There were a couple of days of two sessions, but the vast majority of days just saw one girl in bed with me. If I may paraphrase Porker, I frequently felt as if I was involuntarily puking baht.

I love Thai girls, but that kind of money is getting out of hand. For the price of one short time in Bangkok, I can do three short times in Jakarta, or five short times in China, for the same level in girl quality, at least according to my personal ranking system.

The end result is that until the dollar gets a lot stronger, Bangkok just isn’t going to be a primary destination for me. It will never be completely out of the rotation, as I’ll always be visiting to take care of my medical and dental needs, and I’ll always need my fix of Thai spinners. Given the black comedy experiences I’ve been having with the medical and dental systems here in the states, Bangkok is a godsend. But unfortunately, mongering won’t be the driving factor in the scheduling of those visits.

It will be interesting indeed to see what will happen in Bangkok in the next ten years…..

Excellent report Murasaki (it got my mind off of politics for a moment or two). Here are some of my thoughts.

Meree and Evita/Avita: I like Meree and Evita (aka Avita) for a few reasons. There is no farang surcharge and the prices are reasonable. Never had a girl insist on a CBJ, as they all seem to at Nataree, e.g., these days. The service is usually pretty good. And I usually have been treated well there.

OTOH, they are not top shelf places, and there are times when I have had to walk out without taking a session owing to not finding something I like (although this sometimes reflects that the better girls tend to be occupied and one needs to hang out for awhile to see the full rotation).

On the third hand, these two places are a 10 minute walk to Angelina (formerly Zodiac) and Bangkok Cozy (both of which are reasonably priced) so if you don't find what you like at Meree or Evita you have other options nearby.

Ugly City: As to Embassy, although I looked at the fishbowl for a moment (long enough to determine there was nothing there for me), I cannot confirm nor deny the girls were as hideous as Murasaki reports, although they were pretty damn ugly. The reason I cannot speak to this issue as strongly as did Murasaki is that for most of the time there my eyes were directed at the fellow to my right who was laughing hysterically (and I do mean hysterically). For a number of reasons I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Angel 26: Lemon was no lemon. I had a reasonably good session with her. She was prettier (IMHO) than most of the girls at Tulip, but had not been the beneficiary of what has to be great training given to the Tulip girls. I got her telephone number (an indication I considered seeing her again), but never called her (an indication I wasn't THAT impressed). By the way, whereas Tulip gives a complementary drink with the session (a nice touch), Angel 26 does not (you have to pay for any drinks).

Tulip: I had excellent sessions at Tulip this trip. Tulip is the only place in Bangkok I have experienced where the service is on par with the service one comes to expect in Brazil. Maybe even better.

Soapies across the river: I tend to avoid places that have farang surcharges; it was fairly clear Snow White was going to surcharge us so I was terribly interested. The place seemed really downscale so while the prices weren't that high, I thought they should have been lower, hence my conclusion they were surcharging us.

In contrast CP3 doesn't surcharge (similar CP2) but there was nothing there worth talking about. As to Valentine,

I'm surprised Murasaki did not mention the highlight of Valentine: the ugliest sideline girl imaginable available for 2500 baht! Hard to describe, but if there were a female equivalent of those Groucho Marx glasses/nose/mustache combinations that people can wear on Halloween (got it?), she looked like she was wearing one.

Conclusions: Although I have spent most of my mongering time of late in Brazil, I really enjoyed this trip. One big improvement was spending more time at Tulip and Evita rather than Nataree, which I can't recommend to anyone anymore. Prices have gone up overall, although less so at the places I tend to frequent, such as the two places mentioned above. Moreover, given the prices in Brazil, it is hard to get worked up about those in Thailand, which are significantly less (the fact I used points to stay at my hotel, also lessened the budget issue for me).

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Murasaki !! cheers for your A memorable contribution..
Its good to see a vet-monger, go back in time !!

agree that AE is dead--gorgeous !!!! one of the most beautifull Thais I've seen here on Hombre.

Wow Club Hombre is on great roll with Trip Reports in the new year. Thanks for this excellent report. It obvious you put in lots of effort and time, and it's really appreciated. Personally, I only know Pattaya and Phuket and not a big fan of mongering in either location. I gotta say this report has swayed me that the talent level (for my personal tastes) is much better in BKK. Most of the girls in this report are right up my alley for when I am in a spinner mood. However, I gotta say that things having to ask about kissing and covered BJ's in preselection interviews and $100 ST really make me leery of going on a mongering trip to BKK. What this hell is this, the Adelitas Bar in TJ?

Another epic Murasaki TR. Well done my friend!

Made me think back to my first BKK trip. (although I do not have notes, names and numbers like you do, I can still see their faces and hard little spinner bodies like it was yesterday).

Sandman

Great report. Makes me want to get bak to BKK soon, and/or go fuck a bowl of wet noodles.

Thanks :-)

LM

Just an amazing trip report with such a unique format. It's very evident that you put serious time into this report and it was well thought through. You definately have body type you like but the look of the girls you pick is definately diverse. Either you take notes during your mongering or you have a steel trap memory to remember all of your barfines names and where they are from.

Your Rainbow One girl is the hottest of the trip IMHO but two of the girls didnt show their face so only you would know(damn lurkers just keep fucking shit up)

Thanks all.

Blazers, I spent at least 12 hours putting this thing together. It was no light undertaking. I try to take copious notes on all my trips. In fact, I keep a journal. There is no way I'd be able to remember these details without my journals. Except for the most exceptional girls. I'll always remember where I found them!

LAG, I had been able to eliminate that Valentine creature from my memory, and there you go, resurrecting it...

Mura,

MHOTY (My hat off to you) for your dedication in writing this report. I really enjoyed reading your report and just want to mention my thanks and appreciation for writing such a great report.

PhD

Wow, great report! Thanks for the effort you put into this.

Re: costs in Bangkok, at least you surely saved money by not feeding those refugee-looking girls!

MasterSaki-- many kudos on what I honestly believe to be the best narrative I've read yet on the board. The level of detail is uncanny and of course, your writing style breathes life into characters that would normally have me flipping ahead towards the next pic.

Thank You!

Khun Purple

As always a fantastically detailed and highly readable report. Clever idea to juxtapose your experiences from first trip 10 years ago to those of this trip. Your pooying are all your usual top shelf as well.

A few memories for me thrown in as well. I still think about Ya every so often and that picture really brought back memories . When I first spotted her in Mandarin I knew I had to have her but unfortunately she had just been barfined. I did get to talk to her briefly and she agreed to wait for me the next night. She did and the rest is history. In all the years I have been going to Thailand she is still perhaps THE all time horniest Thai girl I have ever encountered. She was the ultimate spinner as well . Aren't you glad that after I left she decided not to be "faithful" to me ?? I forgave her though and still spent a week with her in Phuket on my next trip. Most exhausting trip I ever took ! hehe

Then as you mentioned I met Da and my Thailand experiences took a 180 degree turn for 2 years !! Damn .
It was indeed Voodoo where I met her and it was Mama Poong Pui who was at fault. One of the most popular mamasans in NEP. She had hooked me up with the hottest girls in her bars for a few years . First Carnival back when it was THE hottest bar in NEP then in Voodoo. Sorry about the big kiss she planted on you when I introduced you to her. That was the way she was. However she knew what I liked and Da turned out to be the ultimate prize. She always hid in the back of the bar trying not to be seen but Mama pulled her out for me. I still don't regret it even after all the shit that went down .

Anyway - not to distract any more from your report. I totally enjoyed it and thank you for your efforts. Now I gotta get you to AC and show you the right way to do the town since your first trip was such a bad experience - due in part to good old Yum Yum.

KM, now worries, this thread is all about memories. Whatever happened to Mama Poong Pui? Is she still working in Nana, another area, or did she retire? Or I guess, option 4, do you even know? :-)

And I still specifically remember you asking me to hold back on Ya until after you left - you were really smitten!

DM, Pork and Phd, thanks for the nice compliments. And Porkster, at least my girls aren't poster girls for the pork belly futures market!

Mura
I went back to my first trip report to refresh my memory and now I remember I actually met Da and Ya on the same trip when I first met you . I met Da first and had her and Mem together the first night . I actually told you to go to Voodoo and look for Da as I had not yet been bitten by the stoopid bug. I told you she was smoking hot but kind of innocent . Fortunately for me you never did go see her . Guess it was the innocent thing scared you off.

I actually met Ya later in the trip when I was with you remember ?? You were going to barfine Pim her friend and the mamasan at Mandarin pulled Pim away from you as she was drinking to bring her to another customer who wanted to barfine her. You were livid that night !! The next night I barfined both Ya and Pim !! hehe You never went back for Pim did you . She was a sweetheart but nowhere near as sexual as Ya.

My next trip started with Ya and took her to Phuket because it was her birthday - then back in BKK I ran into Da again by accident on the street and brought her back to Omni where I was staying . I still had Ya's clothes all over the place in the room. This time I was bitten by Da bug and had to pry Ya out of the room but I still kept seeing her also. This prompted your famous YaDaYaDa comment !! :-)


The last I saw Mama Big Belly she was just a head waitress at Tilac on Soi Cowboy. That was maybe 3 years ago. I could not believe it when I saw her there. I'm sure she did not tell me the truth but she said she just got tired of being a mamasan and decided to take a job with less responsibility. Gotta be more to the story than that as she had been a Mama for at least 10 years .

She didn't seem to have to do anything there though as I never saw her waiting tables or anything . Mostly outside hustling customers to come inside or inside BSing with old friends and hustling drinks which she was expert at. I never liked Tilac and her being there didn't change anything so I never saw her again after that .

Ahhhh Thailand in better days . Now go back 10 more years from that and it was really a paradise !! My trip down memory lane is over for now.

To this day I have not seen Da in person. I don't know why I never went to look for her, based on your description. Maybe it is revealed in my trip notes from 2002. I'll have to go dig those out and see if that mystery can be revealed.

Murasaki

Amazing... simply amazing...

You and I are attracted to the same kind of pooying - built like a pencil. Tits are nice, and always welcome, but they need to be attached to a woman that I can lift with the pinkie of my left hand. A few pics actually had my dick springing up and popping me in the middle of my forehead (not easy for my thumb-sized dick lol).

It's too bad you didn't see anything that really compelled you in Pattaya. Were I in the area I'd have shown you around town. Perhaps on your next visit...?

Once again, impressive read, nice photos.

E

Thanks Epi. How could I turn down such an offer from the king of soi 6? Sure, I'll give it another shake with such an esteemed guide. No promises that I won't bolt though if the pickings are slim! :-)

Wow this report is like deja vu since my mongering cherry was popped exactly the same way. 2000 was my first trip to Asia and I went to Bangkok because I heard of the mongering scene and wanted to see it with my own eyes. Of course after seeing the pictures the tuk tuk drivers had I had them take me to a soapie. It was wierd staring at the girls and I just chose one that had big boobs. The boss asked for 4,000 baht and promptly pocketed 1,000 while giving the rest to the front desk. I was super nervous and the session was average but man was I hooked. After 2 more days in Bangkok I went down to Pattaya and have never looked back since.

Hi

I liked your report, very good.

I also know your RB3 girl very well - she often stops by my Condo for a quickie.

She is a sweetheart.

Glad you had a good time

Classic report

Thanks W3b. Ah, you lucky bastard! Have you managed to do her sister as well?

No, not managed to do her sister.

I have a rule about only taking 1 girl out of any bar - and not changing till she has moved on.

It is a bit different when you live here, and try to keep them coming round.

She is lovely - and recently split with her BF (which might explain why she only went Short Time before)

Going to try a Long Time soon

I figured she had one, despite the chorus of denials when I asked her. I knew she had done LT in the past, because we had a discussion about her favorite hotels in the area, and several of them she marked out for their comfortable beds for sleeping.

great report, very time consuming, and very hot spinners, thanks alot !!!!

Wow I did not realize we had so much in common, my first experience in BKK was so similar, We both use BKK for its excellent medical and dental facilities, I had the pleasure of Tip a few times (and she was amazing) and the dislike of Pattaya...... I still love BKK it is more expensive, but sterling is still OK, but being married now and used to the far better value in Indo, Bangkok like you will be a stopover rather than a holiday destination. I will always return though as those memories are so sweet everytime I get my first wiff of Bangkok air.

Hope to see you very soon here in Paradise.

Hey, the Wicked one speaks! :-) Good to see you post. Speaking of memories, I was just thinking of your bachelor party the other day, the one where absolutely nothing happened at all. No sirree, just a simple night of gin rummy with the boys....

gin and rummy was dammed good though! Will have to do a repeat when u return.

Excellent report, Murasaki, thanks for taking the time to write it up. It really makes me miss Bangkok, all those beautiful TGs you did and documented. We have the same tastes, I'm sure you remember--tastes apparently shared by quite a few of us.

I too will keep going to Bangkok for the medical and dental facilities, and to see a few friends I've made--but my time will mostly be spent elsewhere less expensive. Still, I agree with LAGuy's opinion of Tulip, and some of the gogos can still be visual heroin (on a good night).

great report Murasaki! thank you very much. my first ever trip is coming up and i look forward to becoming a monger! hehe. i hope to make my memories as clear as yours when i come back and share it with such eloquence! i'll be there Apr 18-25th.