Part Two

OK, I am going to have rethink all the crappy things I have thought and said about gogos here. Five years ago, my first time here in Thailand, I made friends with the mamasan of an a gogo. Each time I have come back, I have brought an abundance of gifts just for her. She has taken me any number of places, helped me any number of times with a large variety of issues that come up in Thailand. We have become good friends and I trust her implicitly. She has shelled out not insignificant amounts of money on my behalf on a number of occasions. Five days ago, she arranged a trip for her family and several of the dancers in her gogo to a Wat, supposedly a really lucky Wat, about an hour-and-half out of town. She asked me if I wanted to come, and if I came, it would cost 150 baht, my share of the cost of the minibus. I LOVE that kind of thing, so at 8 am I piled into a minibus with four dancers, a mamasan, and a bunch of kids and babies and we went. I had a really good time, killed a whole day for next to nothing moneywise, and got to go to see this Wat (sorry, can't remember the name, but it's in my notes, which are not with me now). And more importantly to me, I got to see a side of some of the people in Pattaya (and probably all over Thailand) that was much more intimate, spiritual, and relaxed. I was the only falang in that Wat, which was packed with Thais (I LOVE being the only falang). The dancers kept commenting on the fact that I even wanted to come with them at all, which they seem to find to be an endearing trait in me. Those dancers on that minibus are now friends for life, and I am accorded a level of respect I rarely get anywhere in that gogo. There is a real depth of spirit, an acceptance of harsh realities, and a willingness to support (financial or otherwise) ones friends and family that underlies the glitz of the neon world of barfines, short-time/longtime questions. And that undercurrent is what continually draws me back here.

But let's face it, I am also a monger. On my third day here, I barfined a girl from the go-go and had what I will call a mediocre experience with the 28-year old (I am leaving her name out intentionally, as she directly asked me not to make mention of her on the internet). She seemed highly distracted and mostly like she just wanted to finish with me and get the hell out of there. A common theme with gogo dancers, it seems to me, which is why I generally don't like gogos. The sex was OK, even adequate, but certainly not anything special. So, as many of you know, once you've had one girl from an establishment, it is problematic to take out a different one, as many kinds of face issues pop up immediately. What this meant is that I stopped by the a gogo a number of times, hung out for a while and bought some drinks and ladydrinks, talked with the mamasan a bit, but never took a lady. I am a cigar smoker, so it was possible for me to sit outside at the little tables there and not actually have to see the lady I took before. Kind of like patronizing the business without making anyone lose face and without actually going inside.

In the meantime, I have been to dinner with the mamasan (strictly friends, as she is a "tomboy," meaning she dresses like a man--what we would call "butch" in the US) several times, and went on that daylong Wat excursion with all the dancers and the kids. That Wat trip did not include the lady I barfined from the a gogo. Last night, I decided to go inside. I saw the barfine girl, bought her and several others who had been on the Wat trip drinks. I started chatting with the barfine girl, and what was attractive before was still attractive now. It was late, and I wouldn't mind getting laid, so I asked her if she'd like to come with me. Her face lit up, and she said, "I think you no like me. You not talk to me long time. You go Wat with many ladies, but not invite me. Me think you don't like me." I think what happened, in other words, was that me showing up so many times but not going in and seeing her made her lose face. And the fact that all these dancers knew me so well and spoke about what a great guy I am and had been to the Wat but didn't invite her--that, too, made her lose face. She leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and said "You fuck me all night long, if you want. I no sleep if you want." Sounded like a standard bar girl sales technique which you hear a lot. I figured I'd take her out, she'd do it a couple of times with fake enthusiasm, and she'd split and I'd just go to sleep. Man was I ever wrong.

I walked back to my hotel and she zoomed off on her motorbike to change her clothes. I also bought her a couple Spy wine coolers, a very popular drink with chicks in Thailand. In an hour she showed up at my place and it was like I had a different girl than the one before. She wanted to dance to the music videos on the TV, so we did. In about 10 minutes, it turned into erotic dancing and slow, I mean really slow, strip teasing by both of us. I don't normally do that, but she was liking it and I was willing to play. I had a raging hard on, naturally, and she loved to see it poking out of the sides of my underwear. I did an excruciatingly slow removal of my underpants during which she popped off her bra and panties and lay back on the bed and started fingering herself with earnest. And I'm standing there thinking, "Is this the same girl?" And she made herself so wet she made a big, and I mean BIG wet spot on the comforter on my bed. Her pussy and her hand were soaked.

OK, recall that I am a cigar smoker. She said she won't kiss me if she can taste cigar, which she could. She said she would kiss me all night on a different night if I didn't smoke for the whole day. She let me finger her clit but would not let me insert my fingers because they smelled like smoke (in the throes of passion, I got around this one, but I did not get around the kissing thing). She climaxed again, this time making a new BIG wet spot on another part of the bed. I popped on a condom and we went at it for like ten seconds because I was so horny. She wanted a pillow under her ass, so we made a big wet spot on the pillow. I mean, I was in heaven. My bed was getting soaked, and my room smelled like pussy all morning. She took a shower, then I took one. <note:>. Then she spread her legs, fingered her clit, and said, "I no bullshit you. I very horny. You want fuck all night, I OK." Then she started playing with my member. Thank God for Vitamin V.

I am in my early 40's. Not young by any means. About 3 times is max for me over an 8-hour night. I told her to give me 30 minutes, she got a sad look on her face, and then started teasing and playing with me. To my surprise, I got hard as a rock, she popped on a condom, hopped on top and ground her pelvis into me in a way I have not experienced in a long time. She told me my pecker hit this one spot inside her just right and she just ground away, her pussy hairs like sandpaper on my groin. Not an in/out thing. More like a front/back thing. She played with her tits and then I started playing with her clit with my thumb. This went on for quite some time. She was in her own world, her eyes shut and her gorgeous tits swaying when she took her hands off them, all bathed in the glow from the light in the bathroom. (Even the lighting was fantastic!) Then she started to quake and quiver and come over and over again, grinding on me really hard. My belly and the crack of my ass were covered in pussy juice, and of course, another wet spot. Then she said, "You turn. How you want?" Doggy style it was. She started screaming "Fuck hard." And I did. Really hard.

So while she was in the shower the second time, I pop another half of Viagra (can you OD on it???). I found a firecracker and I wanted to enjoy the benefits.

Anyway, to make a long story short, we literally did it as many times as I was physically able to. In the morning I counted 7 condoms in the trash (Don't usually count 'em, but this one was some kind of record for me.) So that means 6 times, as one condom was pulled off and replaced, at the girl's request. And that is a record for me over at least the last 8 years.

And so this morning, my leg muscles ache, my back muscles ache, I have sore nipples, scratch marks on my chest and neck, my groin is raw and tender, and my hotel room smells like pussy. If I could have pulled it off, she literally would have fucked me all night long. She really did mean it. My sore body is the proof. And I have a set of fantastically erotic pictures that I swore on my mother would never make it to the internet. And they won't.

I have been mongering since I was 18 years old. In every country I have ever been to. In every place I ever had a chance to. Literally hundreds upon hundreds of experiences. Last night was, bar none, the singular best night of sex I have ever had in my life. I have had many good ones, but nobody even came close to last night. And interesting to me, there was no kissing and no blowjobs. Just fantastic, out of this world fucking with a woman who knew how to get it done. And you can bet I'll be going back. Just not tonight. That woman is gonna fucking kill me. Ah, but what a way to go.

So maybe it ain't the place you go so much as it is the woman you discover there. Maybe gogos are all right after all.

Nice one. Making a real connection with a girl can do so much more for you than just having a super-hot chick in your bed.

"So maybe it ain't the place you go so much as it is the woman you discover there. Maybe gogos are all right after all." ... By George, I think he's got IT!

Stump: I am glad you found a good one. Often times, when you repeat with a lady the SEX gets better.
Now, which go-go are we talking about?

Please share with us your followup.

My guess is, that night was a one off... a truly memorable one off. It is not likely not to be repeated, not because it was not real or she was putting on a show, just that experiences like that are a rare thing that should not be counted on, just enjoyed when if and when they happen.

Great reporting, thanks.

imo, a combination of things got you good service.

One. Thai girls do the dumbest things for face. If you're thought of as a good guy by the majority of the crew, then you're pegged as a keeper or as someone the others will listen to. Another way to put it is, the consequences of her not putting out might lead to you being pud mak upon your return to the gogo, and she wouldn't like that.

two. game (which I have none). You played it by sort of ignoring her for a few days to build up tensions. In doing so, she became needy and put out when the opportunity arose to redeem herself (actually so you'll go to her when you return to the club, thus giving her face and something she can brag about to her friends). I'm sure you'll probably get close to the same level of service the next time around unless you blew it by telling her how great the sex was or something along those lines.

yowza! what a night of pure awesomeness! good going guy! congratulations! it does pay off to make friends and forge relationships. and i am sure there was nothing artificial in anything you did. you were yourself, taking in the culture and digging deeper than just trying to get a good lay. sounds like a mamasan i know at Casanovy? then again, there are way too many gogos!