This morning I woke up around 5 a.m., rolled out of bed and headed to the toilet. I took a good long pee, then headed back to my bed. I jumped in from the side closest to the bathroom and bumped against a body!
What the fuck!? Why is there a corpse in my bed?!
Well, the corpse moved, so it wasn’t dead. My addled brain flashed on the idea that it was my favorite go go dancer — no one else has been in my bed for nearly 8 months — but then I remembered that she’s in Europe. I peered closely at the face of the girl and then remembered.
I brought a girl home on Friday night… the first time since my favorite go go dancer left around Christmastime. This was her. I had to think for a moment to figure out where she had come from.
On Friday night I planned to go to the 2nd anniversary party at , but decided to stay in and read a book instead… try to be a good boy.
Around 6 p.m. I realized that I just wasn’t gonna survive a night at home alone; I was itching to go out for a while. I decided to shoot over to to catch the tail end of happy hour. I had two rounds of margaritas — at 2 for 1 that’s four pints, so I was feeling pretty loose.
I decided to try to catch a couple of cheap beers at a small beer bar on soi 22 before going home. I first went to the Connection Bar, but there was no connection to be made… no customers and only one sad looking bar girl. I headed up the street to Queens Park Plaza. A slow walk through the complex was enough to convince me that there was no talent at all on offer.
I decided to go home and get back to that book (, a 1955 classic by Patricia Highsmith). When I reached my building, though, I didn’t slow down. Without making a conscious decision I ended up a few minutes later at Soi Cowboy.
On the this week they reprinted a letter from Cactus John to his customers. Because the letter was so entertaining I decided to go contribute to helping Cactus Go Go bar cover the rent payments.
I’m sorry, but no matter how good a letter the boss writes, or how many times I hear BBB and others say what a great place this is, I just can’t get past all the naked ugly fat girls working here. I had one beer and left.
I went to Afterskool on the opposite side of the soi. I sat outside because they had a little 40 kg girl with an innocent face and massive (probably fake) tits outside. She looked like she was 17 years old. She took my order and I bought her a drink. I tried to interest her in going away from the bar. She considered it, but decided she didn’t want to go out… too much money to be passed up on a Friday night. She invited me inside to sample the house services, but it’s not exactly what I was interested in. I paid up and took a walk.
I looked for Long Gun, thinking to see some of the Rawhide girls who are temporarily displaced while the fire damage from New Year’s Day is repaired, but Long Gun was missing!
There was a giant new sign with a different name. I’m so damned forgetful that I can’t remember what the new name was. I looked later and realized that the “Long Gun” name makes an appearance in the neon message on the very large sign, but honestly, I must have been a bit drunk because I can’t remember a damned thing the sign said.
Anyway, I went inside and was immediately joined by one of my Rawhide favorites, the pretty and very sexy Pla. I bought her a drink. Soon, another girl (whom I took home only once, about two years ago) joined us. She is a friend of Pla’s, and while not as beautiful, she’s got a nice personality, a beautiful smile and gave me a good roll in the hay the time I went out with her. Okay, drink for you too.
I asked Pla to go with me. Okay, but short time only.
I was really interested in a VERY Long Time, so I told her that I didn’t want short time. But she passed on LT. Okay.
I tried the other girl. Same answer.
Okay. Drink time with Werewolf was at an end. They went to dance and I left.
By now it was getting close to midnight. I wandered out to the outdoor bar on the corner of Asok and Sukhumvit. I had one beer on the end closest to Cowboy, but wasn’t interested in the girls there. I decided it was finally time to call it a night and quietly retire to my room.
As I passed the last of the outdoor bars there was a pair of girls sitting at the last table. One of them hopped up and grabbed my arm, inviting me to sit with them. She was cute enough and I didn’t really want to go home so I sat.
I bought drinks (orange juice) for both girls, and we chatted. The cuter one, who had grabbed my arm, spoke decent English, and she introduced me to the other girl, named Yu.
Yu was fresh from the farm in Isaan. She still had callouses on her hands from working in the rice fields. She didn’t speak any English. It was her very first day working in the bar. She’d been in Bangkok for just a few days.
She was a very non-descript girl. Neither ugly nor pretty, she had a plain but pleasant face. She was average height for a Thai girl, and about 48 or 50 kilos… not fat by any means, but not slender either.
I have a real soft spot for new bar girls… I’ve been very lucky every time I’ve taken one home, and I was intrigued by this girl. I talked to her directly, and also to her cuter friend and finally decided to take Yu home.
She wasn’t as shy as I might have expected. She chatted to me in Thai as we walked to my place. When we got to the room she didn’t hesitate or hide. Off with her shoes, she headed for the toilet to get a shower. Coming out she instructed me to get a shower, apparently fearing that I might not be planning on it myself.
We had a long session that was a bit difficult since I’d had so much to drink my old fella kept softening up. I finally managed to stay up long enough to finish, then went to sleep, undoubtedly snoring loudly after so much beer.
Around 5 a.m., coming back from the toilet I banged into Yu, stared at her incomprehendingly for a few moments, then remembered who she was.
Well, we were both awake, so I initiated another round of sex. The sun rose while we were in the middle of the deed, and I got a good look at her. She was no better or worse looking than she’d been.
When we finished I napped again till around 9, then got a long shower, came back and did her again. This time she entertained me with some very competent bbbj. Good fun!
We slept again.
I woke up around noon and started checking my email. She opened her eyes and told me she was hungry.
This was problematic as my house is totally devoid of food. I pulled on some pants and a shirt and went downstairs to grab some food. We ate a couple of bowls of rice and pork on my bed, then had our fourth round.
We lazed around in the bed all afternoon, with her teaching me some new words in Thai and me trying to teach her some simple English phrases that she could use at work . Unless I lost count the language lessons were punctuated by three more ‘boom booms’ bringing the total to seven.
At 4:30 she announced that she’d be going home at five o’clock, which I said was fine. I think she was giving me warning so that I could punch out number eight if I wanted but, honestly, I just didn’t have it in me.
She was a new bargirl, but definitely experienced in bed. She told me that she’d had Thai boyfriends before, but I was the first farang she’d been with.
Her boyfriends must have been very happy, because she fucks with enthusiasm and, as mentioned before, gives a very capable blow job. When I headed for her pussy with my tongue she covered with her hands and said ‘no’. It took a bit of encouragement to get her to let me get down there, but she didn’t really relax and enjoy it.
Since she was around all afternoon I headed south two more times. For the third effort I talked to her about it in advance and got her to promise to relax and let me take care of her. She did and it went well, finishing with her coming strongly after twenty minutes or so of tongue and finger work from me.
I don’t have a TV, so I had music playing and we were just laying in bed naked all afternoon. Between rounds of sex there’s not much to look at but each other; I was running my fingers over her skin and I guess I was staring at her. She got a little self conscious and blurted out, “I’m not beautiful!”
I knew what she meant, and I guess she was right, but she’s not Quasimoto either. As I said, plain but pleasant and a normal girl’s body. I figure any girl who has had enthusiastic sex with you deserves to be appreciated for it, so I told her I thought she looked pretty enough. She scolded me for lying, but looked pleased by the comment.
I was really happy I brought this girl home. She showed me the callouses on her hands, saying that they were from working on the farm in Isaan. She smiled endlessly, kissed me frequently, cuddled with me all day, and asked me often if I was happy. She washed the dirty dishes from lunch and gave me a massage in the late afternoon.
The only complaint I can make about her is that she marked me. Once when I was between her legs she was about to come and she bit down on my shoulder and started sucking. I didn’t see it until after she went home, but I’ve got a deep red hickey on my shoulder. If I had a girlfriend it would be impossible to explain away. It looks exactly like what it is.
The girl will need to learn that you don’t leave marks on customers if she plans to earn her living this way.
This is the third or fourth time I’ve taken a first-day bargirl home, and I’ve enjoyed it every time.
I gave her 2,000 baht for the sixteen hours she’d spent with me and she looked immensely grateful. I think it was more than she was expecting.
She was a little flustered when she left. She went to the door, opened it, and said goodbye.
I asked her if she wanted to leave her shoes in my room or wear them home. The poor girl was still barefoot.
She came back and slid her feet into her shoes. I opened the door for her again, and she went outside, turned to give me a kiss, said she’d see me again, then went down the hall towards the elevator.
I’d be happy to see her again.
17 responses so far ↓
StrangerDanger // Saturday, 24 January 2009 at 9:15 pm |
90AUD for a night of shagging – what a bargain. Only if the lassies in australia charged that much!
MSB // Saturday, 24 January 2009 at 11:46 pm |
You have no TV???
You spend 20 min going down on a bar girl???
Young Penfold // Saturday, 24 January 2009 at 11:46 pm |
WW – Is that actually a pic of the girl?
gavinmac // Sunday, 25 January 2009 at 12:00 am |
A very nice blog entry. Seven times for 2,000 baht? Wow.
// Sunday, 25 January 2009 at 12:32 am |
MSB: I thought the answers were clearly stated in the text but, yes and yes.
YPenfold: The answer is “no”. I googled the photo, and because of the actual source I very carefully gave it the name ’stolen from DtR site’ as the original source of the photo was Dave the Rave. I didn’t think the rave would appreciate me purloining his pictures, but I thought it was perfect for this blog, so I used it anyway, and credited the source. Simply hover your cursor over the photo and you should see the title of the photo appear after two or three seconds.
gmac: yeah, I had some extra cash in my wallet in case she complained, but first time out and fresh off the farm I figured 2K would look like a substantial sum. The girls from the outdoor bars don’t normally charge as much as other girls, and they rarely work the job for more than a few weeks…. very high turnover rate among the girls there. That said, there is one girl there who has been there at least a year. I was on my way to work at 6 a.m. on Thursday and spotted her, as the last of the outdoor bars were being rolled away still sitting on a plastic chair holding hands with the evening’s last punter seated on another. Clearly she was planning on spending the day in his hotel room. True dedication.
She spotted me and interrupted her affections with the punter to chat with me. She was amused that I was going to work.
She and I have a strange history. I have always spent a bit of time talking to her at the bar, but for a long time I never took her home because I used to bang a different girl from her location.
When the other girl seemed to disappear, I finally took this one home. I drifted off to sleep, and woke up to find her gone, with my sexual needs unfulfilled and 500 baht removed from my wallet.
When I saw her a few days later she grinned cutely when I accused her of lifting the money, and said something cute like, “maybe I did.”
I couldn’t really be very upset in the face of her disarming attitude, and simply told her I’d get it back in trade another day.
A week or two later she knocked at my door at 3 or 4 a.m. Turns out she had a friend living in my building and 4 girls were having a whiskey & card party up in the room. This girl got hungry but no food in her friend’s place. She said she remembered that I lived in the building and that I she had seen noodles in my place the night she lifted the cash.
She was knocking on my door asking if she could come in and cook some of my noodles for herself. I laughed at the cheek it took and let her in. She actually cooked and ate the noodles.
I reminded her of the cash. She said that she would go back and see her friends, and then come back to my place in about an hour and work it off. She never returned.
Seeing her a few days later I reminded her of her broken promise. “Sorry” she said. “I fell asleep. Come see me at the bar tonight and you take me home — I take care you”
She’s got a cute, impish face, and nothing she says or does gets me angry. She always recognizes me and always says hello, no matter who she’s with or what she’s doing.
Tark // Sunday, 25 January 2009 at 6:11 am |
7 pops, you should be a pornstar at that rate. 3 at a push here. Followed by a sleep that a charging buffalo couldn’t wake me out of.
nurseRon // Sunday, 25 January 2009 at 7:44 am |
@ Tark; tell me about it! I’m feeling like a F—ing rockstar if mission control launches twice before milk, cookies & nappy time!~
WW, that absolutely wonderful Thia restaurant I’ve spoke of is almost dead opposite the Queens Park Plaza. The Store front as you would approach from the Plaza, is a nice dark stain wood trim, Double doors on the left with glazing nearly full height (you enter through the right one). To the right of the entry potted plant then a lager window (6′X6′ ish) with a wood bench. You can see inside the dinning room and upstairs are done in the same dark wood trim and paneling, with a Nice bar in the far left corner. Place looks/is clean and inviting with excellent service. They make a deep fried fish cake appetizer that is amazing!
// Sunday, 25 January 2009 at 10:44 am |
Nice story…
What’s the deal with all the biting. I’ve had to tell my gik to stop it as my GF will be very mad if she sees the bruises. She even bites herself sometimes when she is cuming.
A friend of mine took home this spinner cutie that I introduced him to, and enjoyed her a lot, but said he will not repeat as she bit and dug her nails into him hard.
Khun Werewolf, why they do this, huh???
// Sunday, 25 January 2009 at 11:08 am |
When I had a live-in TG in 2007 she used to chomp down on my shoulder nearly every time we had sex… I constantly looked bruised and battered like I’d been beaten.
My wife did the same thing (and she wasn’t Thai) so I guess I’ve always assumed it was universal female behaviour. I’ve always been impressed by the restraint of Thai bargirls who seem to understand that they can’t go leaving hickeys, scratches and bruises on customers.
I had a go go dancer from the Thigh Bar in Patpong about two years ago who dug her nails into my back the way a cat will. I was waiting for her to rake them across my back and draw blood but she never did… just dug in deeper the closer she came to coming. I hurt like hell but was oddly stimulating as well.
I like to chew on a girl’s boobies and neck a while before getting down to actual sex and I often have to calm down bar girls who break into a panic thinking I am about to put a big red hickey on them.
John Brown // Sunday, 25 January 2009 at 8:12 pm |
I think there is a fine line between orgasmic sex (PLEASURE) and PAIN… Sure, they are at opposites ends of the spectrum, but the yin yang of it all makes them closer to the middle than we think in the ordinary course of the day.
I guess that is why a little spanking can often be in order… or why some people choke off their oxygen when jerking off….
It’s the combination of the two that makes things just a bit different in the experience of it all…. BTW…. I am not a kinky fuck or into fetishes, etc. These are just general observations I have made based on stires told to me and all the porn I have watched over the years…. I could very well be way off the mark, just throwing it out there for public comment…
MSB // Monday, 26 January 2009 at 11:48 am |
ww – yes it was clear in the text. i however was tryingto be sarcastic, and failed. I could not live without a TV just as much as I could not go down on a bar girl…..
// Monday, 26 January 2009 at 1:55 pm |
MSB: I understood your sarcasm. I was having fun in return.
// Monday, 26 January 2009 at 2:05 pm |
BTW: one of those little details that you mean to write about when you’re penning the blog, but realize later that you forgot to include…
Every time we were involved in the actual act of penetrative sex, Yu’s tongue darted in and out of her mouth somewhat like a snake. She was licking her lips. And she did it in a bit of a rhythm — being an old fella I don’t put in an athletic performance, rather I screw with a slow rhythm most of the time. With every push in, her tongue would dart out of her mouth, then disappear as I drew back. It happened every time.
When I got my head between her legs for a bit of oral sex (the third time when she agreed to relax) I could see that once she’d loosened up and was enjoying the action the tongue started it’s darting motions again.
I guess every girl (every man too perhaps) has their own peculiarities about what they do during sex… for example, my favorite go go dancer starts moving her right leg like a dog trying unsuccessfully to scratch for fleas when she’s about to come… but I’ve never seen a girl with this constant lip-wetting before.
In a way I can’t explain it was both endearing and mildly unnerving.
Anyway… back to our regular programming.
John Brown // Monday, 26 January 2009 at 7:20 pm |
WW, you must have a way about you that makes the Thai P4P women comfortable while in the sack. I’m horrible at it…. I’m not saying that she or I do not enjoy the experience, but I rarely get the experience(s) you do or describe here on the blog, which sometimes I feel is TMI anyway…
Maybe I get too drunk
, maybe I just don’t notice or maybe I just don’t care, but your attention to detail is quite astounding…
John Brown // Monday, 26 January 2009 at 7:23 pm |
Disclaimer: The previous post is not a joke, nor intended to be an attempt at humor, nor sarcastic. It is simply what it is… please read literally, and with a bit of envy on my part…
Julian // Monday, 26 January 2009 at 7:52 pm |
I’ve noticed (felt!!!) the claw thing too, with a non-BG. It got to the point where I had to tell her, it was getting really painful.
Weird, but kind of stimulating.
// Monday, 26 January 2009 at 8:50 pm |
On the subject of TMI…
I try to use some level of judgement. My goal is rarely to give a blow by blow (no pun intended) description of what went on, but to describe the mood, the feeling, the interaction.
I think there’s a certain value in this because I’m writing to an audience who may not always be experienced in Thailand P4P. If they have experience in P4P back home (I had a little in the US and a lot in Australia) then they can compare.
I take a lot of space in other blogs to try to talk about how I choose girls, what I like, what I value and my approach to dealing with them so that my sex & nightlife blogs can be read in that context.
I like girls who have limited experience as bargirls, who are sweet rather than overtly sexy, and who have nice attitudes and personalities. I tend to discard a girl quickly if I have a bad experience, and I tend to see girls regularly if they please me. This means I have less variety, but probably more consistency of experience and I get to know the girls better.
I only go ST when I’m desperate. I like to bring girls back to my place, and I’ll do whatever I can to build a human bridge to them.. I show photos from when I was a young boy, let them shave my face or my head in the shower (they are invariably nervous and tittilated by the experience) or anything else that seems to work.
I like pretend-Girlfriend experiences and that goes both ways, so I give them the kind of cuddling and attention I’d give my girlfriend (yes, including going down on her). I get a lot of reciprocation.
Do I get bad experiences? Absolutely. I think I’ve written about plenty of them over time.
I’ve had a number of people comment that the way I write about sex makes them bored or worse. Again, I don’t aim to use colorful descriptions to write soft porn; rather I aim to tell what the interaction is between me and the girls as part of the picture-painting exercise of the Bangkok sexpat.
After all, in the end, this is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak, for the person who decides to visit or live in Bangkok for the girls.
Sorry if sometimes its too much. Like most things, it’s a judgement call that won’t please everybody all the time.
Cheers,
WW