By Jaggerbowski on Sunday, February 21, 2010 - 10:44 am: Edit |
On holiday, it feels glorious to get up whenever you want, with not a worry in the world other than what are you gonna see today, eat today, and who you gonna fuck.
Today didn't get up till 10:00. called Bell travel to arrange for tommorrow's pick-up, again at 08:30.
Had another light breakfast at "Delifrance', smoked salmon and cheese in a baguette and lg. cappuchino. Bought a deluxe nail clipper kit, and exchanged more greenbacks @ 32.61. Found the massage joint again. This time for the body - oil massage. Up we went to the 3rd floor. At first I behaved. Then started to massage her thighs, then pussy. She starts to run her nails all over my cock, balls and asshole. I got very hard, and very large. We agreed to some "extras". She strips down to bra & panties and starts strokin' it. I asked for head and she gives a BBBJ worthy of an Oscar. If I had a condom we would've been fuckin' at that point (a lesson for us all - never be without). Instead, she is strokin' me with one hand, and with the other has one of her long nails up my ass. I on-the-other-hand, got one digit inside and am looking for her G-spot. It was a contest to see who lost, and would cum first. In fact, we both lost, which really meant we both won! A very powerful orgasim eminated from deep within and I was spraying all over her tits and tummy like a Thai fountain in the Royal Gardens. This extra cost me 1,000, on top of the 300 for the base massage. I felt great, and kissed her hard.
Walking back I scored a lg. tangerine juice and headed back to catch some more afternoon rays by the pool.
Photos: Masseuse 76 77
Caught some serious sun from 13:50 to 15:45. Of course, couldn't do it without the aid of a coupla' Bacardi Breezers. At that point some cloud cover approached and turned the sky a light orange hue. A good omen I thought for the evening. On that note I went just up the soi to the "Sportsman Pub" for five mini-spring rolls, rice, a thai ommelettte with beef & peas and a Singha beer. From there to a Indian clothing store to pick-up three (3) deluxe silk bathrobes: one for me, one for a nurse at work, and one for my favourite Russian escort back home. Only 350 Baht each, and reversible too. At that point it was time for a nap.
Dr. J.