Today was a big day: New Year’s Eve Day, and I still didn’t have any specific plans for the evening. I went over to Honky Tonk to find Ida for a repeat, but she wasn’t there. However, Issa was available. I had noticed her nice breasts while chatting with Ida, and put her on my list along with one other girl that I never got around to. I barfined her, but the experience was not up to the usual Honky Tonk standards. She was just OK, more mechanical than passionate.

Photos: Issa - Honky Tonk 45 46 47 48 49

I was planning to get an early start on the evening, but Jay called to meet up just as I was about to start looking for dinner. He had just gotten up from a nap, and by the time he got over to the Wild Orchid and we finished dinner it was after 9 PM. So much for the early start. Jay left, saying it was too crazy to be out on that night.

Soon it was clear what he meant. Fireworks were starting to go off all around Fields as I went in search of companionship. I dodged the firecrackers, peeked into a few bars without sitting down, and ended up in Tender Touch, where I was immediately attracted to a cutie. I bought her a drink, only to discover that she was the only waitress working, and could not barfine. Since I was the only male patron there, I had my pick of the other girls, but the waitress told me that the one I wanted didn’t barfine.

I was mulling that over to make another choice when the owner or manager (not sure who he was but he obviously had some authority there) emerged from the back with a humongous string of firecrackers and a bunch of rockets. As he headed out the door, all the girls in the bar followed him, so I did too. In a tight group out front, we watched the display as he set off a whole bunch of pyrotechnics. Somehow, in the group, I got slightly separated from waitress girl and suddenly Lanie was snuggling up against me. She started being very affectionate, and it felt good. She was a cute (enough) little spinner, so after a brief interview back inside (conducted mostly with hands and tongues), I barfined her.

We wasted no time, and were back in the room by 10:30. Lanie was a horny little girl, and we went at it like cats in heat. She was insatiable and demanding. I tried to take a break around midnight to watch the Wild Orchid’s fireworks display. We went out on the balcony, the display was amazing. Any direction we looked—not just into the courtyard—rockets were going up and bursting into multicolored flowers. I hadn’t realized that COMMERCIAL-grade fireworks were so readily available to the public. Lanie had other ideas than watching fireworks, however, she was determined to create more of her own.

We were back in bed before the finale erupted out in the courtyard, the continuous bright flashes shined around the room, illuminating her perky nipples as she bounced up and down on me. I kind of wanted to watch the fireworks, but it was impossible to tear myself away from this super-HORNY woman.

Photos: Lanie - Tender Touch Bar 50 51 52

Hours later, she realized I was completely spent and she wasn’t going to be able to get a third splooge out of me, and we dozed off to sleep. After another intense, long round when we woke up, she was off. I fully intended to see her again, she was so hot, but….

When I had recovered enough, I went down the street and took Michele from Shadows. She had been flirting with me as I passed by her bar, which I did frequently as it was on the way to pretty much everything from the Wild Orchid. She was nice enough, and turned out to be plenty skilled in bed. She was responsive to DATY, and returned the favor quite nicely until I popped. The older girls are sometimes the best.

Photos: Michele - Shadows II 53 54 55 56

After dinner with Jay, I finally caught up with Zenrico after texting back and forth a bit. I met him and his girl at Marguerita Station, and we started barhopping. Nice guy, seemed to have found the love of his …week. His trip report tells it all.

After several bars, I wasn’t having much luck. Finally, we went into La Pasha. A sexy girl in street clothes caught my eye, dancing on stage with the scantily-clad dancers. Eventually, I called her over, and she turned out to be available. Preciosa was a real cutie, I just wish I had gotten pictures of her before she took off her makeup because she looked stunning. Of course, they always look better the night before….

Photos: Preciosa - La Pasha 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66

Still, she was a lot of fun in bed and out. But then she started talking some drama about her two kids and the babysitter after we had been going at it for a couple of hours, and she wanted to leave and come back in the morning. I said no, I wanted her to stay, it wouldn’t work for her to come back and wake me up early. She made a couple of calls, after which she said she could stay. But she had to leave relatively early, so we curled up and went to sleep. In the morning, we had a very nice session before she left. I never did understand the complex drama she was talking about—nor did I try, because I didn’t care. And when she texted me a couple days later, saying that she needed a favor—I didn’t reply.

After Preciosa left, I went back to sleep for a couple of hours. Shortly after I awoke, Jenilyn called and wanted to bring her friend Mary over. Sure, I said. They came over, and I took Jenilyn out on the balcony to talk to her, to remind her that this was going to be free because I had lent her the 500 pesos for her phone. I asked her twice if she understood, she grunted yes (I think).

Mary turned out to be both cute and sweet. And talented. I had a good time with them for a couple of hours and a couple of pops. I gave Mary my phone number surreptitiously as we were getting dressed, and gave her 500 pesos. Mary had a WU honeyko, so I am protecting her identity—sorry about defacing her.

Photos: Mary 67 68

Then Jenilyn said, “Where’s my money?” I reminded her that this was a freebie to repay the money I lent her, but I gave her 100 pesos anyway. Well, Jenilyn continued to throw a shitfit all the way out the door, and stopped by the front desk to further resist leaving the hotel. I tried to get Mary to calm her friend down, but she didn’t want to get involved, so I just told her to call me later and I’d explain, and left.

Jenilyn texted me a very nasty message 20 minutes later. I made a bet with myself that she would call me the next day, wanting to get together with me again. I lost the bet—it wasn’t until two days later that she texted and asked to see me, as if nothing had happened. I ignored several texts; life is too short for this kind of drama queen, and I had no intention of seeing her again.

After dinner with Jay, I went barhopping, and was surprised that in one bar after another, none of the girls came over to me or even looked my way, despite the fact that there were few guys in the bars. I ended up at Lancelot near midnight, and sat down by a pair of dancers. Soon we struck up a conversation, and they moved over to molest me. I spent a while debating which one I wanted to barfine, and eventually resolved it the way I usually ended such deliberations—I took them both. And then I discovered that the barfine was 1,500 pesos there too. Damn. But too late, I should have asked first. I went looking for the manager/mamasan, and told her that I wouldn’t be returning—I went politely off on her for a full two minutes about the ripoff.

The girls were professional in bed, but no GFE experience. They started with the one-at-a-time deal until I told J-An to suck on me while I was licking Analyn. I was able to coax them into the threesome I wanted, although with less enthusiasm for the sport than I was hoping to experience. After an hour or so, I let them leave; they weren’t real interested in staying around for a second pop, and so I wasn’t either.

Photos: Analyn - Club Lancelot 69 70
Photos: J-An & Analyn - Club Lancelot 71 72 73 74

The next day, Mary called me a little after noon. She said she’d be over a little later, but was it OK if her friend Charlie came over meanwhile? Sure, why not. Charlie arrived soon after, and turned out to be a sexy spinner (especially if you like buck teeth). She was one of those 37-kilo cuties, and was so tight I had trouble getting inside her. So much trouble, in fact, that the sexual dysfunction kicked in—and I never consummated our friendship. But I did find out why she had such buck teeth…. 500 pesos well spent. And she was a cuddly cutie, too.

Photos: Charlie 75 76 77 78 79

A couple days later, I ran into her while I was having breakfast at Marguerita Station. She was not available at that time (unfortunately) because she was waiting for a guy who was going to get her involved with some sort of computer-related business (webcam I suspect) which she seemed to think involved marketing and using a computer. We talked a little (for a change) and I got to see that she was not someone with whom you could have much of a discussion of anything (picture a sack of rocks).

Anyway, Mary arrived little later—with Tintin. Wow. Tintin was the cutest girl yet, a great body. She took care of my sexual dysfunction, too, no problem at all with such a sexy cutie. Mary helped too, although Charlie was the odd girl out for that round. I had bought a bottle of Jose Cuervo, which I broke out when Mary arrived. The girls all helped themselves, and that helped lubricate the girls throughout the afternoon. The three of them, not much more than 100 kilos total of pulchritude, drank about half the bottle. They were WELL lubricated. A very good investment.

Photos: Tintin 80 81 82 83

After finishing off with Tintin, we all went out to the pool, and relaxed while I enjoyed some recovery time (and they enjoyed a couple of bar drinks). After a couple hours—including the one and only game of pool I got in, where I came from ‘way behind to beat Charlie—we came back to the room, and I was in the middle of a lovely mélange. They actually got a third pop out of me, eventually. The liquor definitely helped spice up the party.

Jay and Gurock came over to the Wild Orchid for dinner, and I treated the three girls. I really like the Wild Orchid restaurant, it’s not cheap but it’s one of the best in town. The menu is extensive, from American to Thai to native dishes (and some of the native dishes are quite good).

Afterwards, the girls went home and we went to Nero’s to meet Gurock’s girl, who worked there. Jay, who almost never goes to the bars, came along and actually found a girl he liked; he arranged to meet her after work but she called with some excuse. I didn’t pick anyone, I was still tired from the afternoon. But I had a pretty good time anyway, what with a few body shots off me, and a few off several of the girls.

Photos: Nero's 84 85

The next day, Mary called and asked if I wanted her to come over. Yes, sure. She asked if she could bring a friend, and of course it was OK. Half an hour later, Alexa and Mary arrived, and I came down to pay their trike. Alexa was dressed in nondescript, loose-fitting clothes, and on first impression wasn’t all that attractive. I briefly considered sending her away, but decided to try her out—what the hell, $11 wasted at worst? Later I was glad I didn’t. Under those clothes, she had a very nice little body, and she gave the best head of the afternoon.

Photo: Alexa 86

So we went upstairs, and got into it. After a very nice round of romping, Mary’s phone rang, and she asked if her friend Marla could come over. Sure, why not. The girls had a few more shots of Jose Cuervo, and when Marla arrived, I was ready for round 2. Marla really turned me on as soon as I saw her. Her body was one of the types I love—almost skinny, small breasts with nice nipples. And she was very sensual. The four of us romped around for a while, with all three girls participating in pleasuring me, both all at one time and taking turns. It took me quite a while to come (thankfully).

Photos: Marla 87 88

I don’t remember at what point in the festivities they told me Marla was Alexa’s sister, but it kind of enhanced the fun. I think that was a first for me, having sisters at the same time.

Photo: Marla & Alexa 89

We went out to dinner at Swiss Chalet—Alexa had to leave, and Jay joined us. He had been with both Alexa and Marla—as well as their older sister, now married—but he hadn’t met Mary before I introduced him the few night before. I was glad to return the favor of an introduction, and he savored Mary’s delights within short order.

Anyway, after dinner, we returned to the room for some more fun. It took a long time for the girls to get me to finish, as the stomach problem was kicking in and causing intermittent ED—but they were up to the task. Marla and Mary were very patient, orally teasing me together as I went up and down, until I finally stayed up for a while and popped. Incredible experience, these girls were awesome.

Afterwards, the girls suggested we go to a karaoke. This was an adventure for me. We went down the street that veers off from Fields to go behind La Pasha, Treasure Island and the others on that side of the street. It was a scarier experience than I’ve had in Angeles, lots of scraggly young Filipinos and a few women. One shop after another, each with karaoke players blasting out a cacophony of noise into the street. We walked down a ways, until Mary turned us into one. I have no idea why she chose that one, except that she was friends with the “manager.” It took me a while to figure out whether the “manager” was male or female, even after she got physically friendly with me, squeezing my hand and such.

I bought a round of beers, including one for the manager, that was the only expense (plus a tip). Only a few bucks total. Plus a pack of cigarettes at a reasonable price, but I had to turn away probably a half dozen vendors selling like fried pork rinds or something, and most came back several times. Otherwise, it was kind of fun. But the music was blasting, and after we each did a few songs—I even entertained them by actually participating—I was ready to leave.

Marla went home, and I curled up with Mary for the night.

The next day, I saw Marla, Alexa, the married sister and their mom all together walking past the Wild Orchid—the mom was a good-looking MILF not much over 40—and the married sister was tall and built. I need not tell you what fantasies roiled my mind for the next hour or so (at which time Marla and Alexa returned to replace half the fantasy with real live women).

The next days were a bit of a blur, mostly spent with Marla and Mary, and a taste of Tintin, most meals with Gurock and/or Jay. One night when the girls went home (for a change) I went to Nero’s with Gurock and his girl, who wanted to fix me up with her friend Jocelyn. Jocelyn seemed like a very sweet girl, not slutty enough to be a top choice. But she was cute, I was indebted to Gurock for all the help he had given me, so I figured what the heck, and barfined her. It wasn’t the best choice. She was obviously not enjoying the sex, and was complaining that I was too big for her. I was having enough trouble with the ED, so I just gave up and let her go.

Later, Gurock found out that she had a girlfriend who wasn’t too keen on Jocelyn barfining, and that had a lot to do with the way she performed that night. Great. I love bi chicks, but only when they’re really enjoying being bi and not caught up in some kind of drama. That kind of thing had eliminated a former fave from my list on a previous trip—she was great, along with her close friend (“auntie”), but slipped into lesbianism with a really creepy-looking thing and “had to go” prematurely. Once, that was enough that I didn’t call her again, and she was a really sexy cutie.

The ED was starting to get in the way the last few days. I did not have any more stomach distress—that had lasted only a short time, with no diarrhea and not much of anything else except constipation from the diarrhea medicine I took preemptively, and a few days of stomach discomfort. My friend the doctor had no idea what the cause was. Vitamin C didn’t help, nor did some Vitamin V that Gurock supplied. Thank God for the patience and persistence of Mary and Marla—they didn’t let my lack of apparent response prevent them from doing what they did best with their mouths and tongues; I spent many happy and frustrating hours with them but only had one pop during the last three days.

Finally, it was time to go back to Bangkok. I hated to part with the girls, who were providing the best, drama-free sex a man could want.


Postscript: As of April 4,

Marla has gotten herself pregnant, and doesn't know who the father is. The pill-abortion didn't work, she's stuck.

Mary's honeyko proposed, she is planning on getting married and moving to the US.

Baby Jane finally got in touch with a wild story about getting into trouble in Singapore, virtually held hostage for a month, and (if I can believe her, which I will find out soon) just left for a job in Toronto. She feels terrible about not meeting me, loves me/really appreciates me, and will pay me back the money I sent her to help put her through her caregiver school (I forgot to mention that).

Somehow, I omitted some of the photos of the first night at Neros:

Photos: Nero's 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103

And some of the second night:

Photos: Nero's 104 105

HunterMan, you are my hero!!!

Quite some good laugh reading this Hunterman, thanks ! Especially the family fantasy, so funny Good to see Preciosa’s ass, reminds me our drink at LaPasha !! Tintin is awesome man !! wow.

It was good to see you having a good time in AC. I think that I'm a little in one of your pics at Neros and took a few of your Nero's pics. It seemed to me like the best time you had in AC was with the Santos girls. I particularly understand this during Christmas New Years time when the girls are especially spoiled in the gogos. The Santos girls may not be beauty queens, but they will do the most to keep you happy and themselves out of the bar. I had a long trip like you and had to use thinking to prevent sore dick syndrome at times and conservation at times. It's part of getting older.

I remember going to Karaoke with a long time girl, her girlfriend and a monger I met that night with her girlfriend. That was my introduction to "Red Horse". I learned why the girls say Red Horse have big kick. Karaoke is cheap entertainment and the girls love it. If you are willing to get further out of town, the girls love R&B for drinking, music, and dancing.

BTW I do have the pic taken a few minutes after your last pic where the same girl at T.I. is giving you a sample BJ, but Hombre won't let that pic post due to explicit nature rules.

Yes, Gurock, you should get credit for the last two pics. Please send me the one you can't post. And thanks for all your help on the trip. Are you going to post about your adventures, e.g., leaving AC allegedly to come to my rescue in Pattaya?

BTW, I think you're assuming that Mary and the rest are Santos Street girls, but they are not. The only Santos Street girls were Ida, Issa, and Michele. Jenilyn, Arlene, and maybe Charlie were street girls (potentially dangerous liasons I would not have entertained had not Jay recommended Jenilyn). I'm not sure how to characterize the others (Mary, Marla, Alexa, Tintin), as they resulted from serial introductions rather than sources typically tapped by Hombres. I think they're just residents of AC, perhaps former bar girls, who have some ex-pat clients but are otherwise not actively seeking business.

THEY were the ones I had the best time with, the ones I will seek out next trip. You saw us (more or less) all together, we had dinner together a couple of times. No jealousy or possessiveness, and none has asked for money during Yahoo chats since then (well, Tintin sort of asked for 500 pesos for bus fare because she had to get to Subic for some reason).

Tintin is definitely a former bargirl. Likely on WU program and looking for something to do with her time or a few extra pesos as the case maybe.

WU girls who are cheating on their sponsors while they are back in their country have become a big source of pussy in AC.

alright... I draw the line at showing a hairy chest and nipples! Where's the censorship when we need it?

It looks like you barfined the every gal on Santos ;)


Glad you had a good time, but yes, it does appear things have really changed (for the worse) in AC in terms of service.

I guess my mistake as to where those girls came from, but the one thing I'm sure of is that they were serioulsy devoted to you when I would see them at Wild Orchid Restaurant.

Thank god I was able to come to your rescue in Thailand. It was either one of my best or worse moments. For those reading this note, yes I know you didn't need any rescue, but my girls Madalyn didn't know that. That way I could tell her and her girlfriends that I have to leave AC and go to Thailand or George won't get taken care of at hospital in Bangkok ad he might die.
Madalyn was able to save face with her girlfriends that I didn't throw her out. I let Lewis Grande without insult to management. I spent a week in Pattaya, which turned in to one of the best vacation weeks I ever had. My two Cebu Pacific flights R/T and rides to the airports cost about $270.00, but I traded a $90.00 a night Lewis Grande room for a $35.00 a night PBR room times seven nights and I didn't have to pay for a PI visa extension ($80.00) saving more on hotel than losing in transit costs.

In Pattaya I had no anchors around my neck and spent my days hanging with Epi learining new things about Pattaya which I didn't think was possible.

When I got back to AC I changed hotels to Savannah Suites where I had negotiated as nice a room for $55.00 as my $90.00 Lewis Grande room. I had no immediate girl around my neck as I didn't tell Madalyn I was back, and life was improved. On my last night in AC after I came back from Pattaya I called Madalyn, told her that I was in town for one night only and had the best night of make up sex before I left for Thailand again (to check and make sure that Hunterman get off for America OK).

It was a little dizzying all the shuttles back and forth from Pattaya to AC and AC to Pattaya, but it made me like Harry Huddini with the girls in both cities.

Here is another picture of you and Jocelyn at Nero's that night.

Photo: Jocelyn 01

If you look back at my last trip report there are some great pictures of Jocelyn that show why it was worth a try to get her in bed. I just didn't know or remember that she was a lesbian that just realy didn't get turned on by men.

Photo: Missy & Jocelyn
Photo: Jocelyn 02

Hunterman,

You certainly found the kind of spinners that I adore.

My worst meal in AC was at Swiss Chalet and my dates meal was equally bad. Did you have any better luck?

I had several good meals at Swiss Chalet, and nobody complained about the food. the service wasn't great, but they were crowded.

Their schnitzel was excellent.

Hey HM,

Madelyn says that the pigs in the province eat better food than at Swiss Chalet. She won't eat there no matter what. I personally think their food is kind of mediocre, but don't mind it as most food in AC is kind of Mediocre. I do think that the food at Wild Orchid or Pacific Breeze is better, albeit a little more expensive. Food at Lewis Grande was worse and more expensive. I had to send back a cheeseburger becuase it was made with rotten meat there.

Beef tenderloin is usually excellent at Swiss Chalet. I usually found the schnitzel too dry and chewy. My GF loves their seafood curry dish. I had the spaghetti and meatballs this trip and it was good enough for government work.

The breakfast menu there is almost comically overpriced.

Man...some of them are beasts!!