I stumbled home from Walking Street solo last week around 4am. I noticed that the english bar across from my hotel where JD and I usually start the night was still open so instead of heading up to my room I head to the bar. One of the service girls was there doing Jager-Lipo(energy drink) shots with a few of her girlfriends and called me over to join them. I obviously didn't need another drink, but 3 shots later I was ready for a black soda. One of the friends was crushing on me. She spoke excellent English. I asked why and apparently she has had a longterm boyfriend from Ireland or England or something. And I guess she just received her monthly allowance from him because she was buying us rounds of drinks and refused to let me pay for mine. 7am I was cooked and the sun was starting to rise so I was saying my goodbyes and the girl leaned over to me and said, "Can I come with you? I'm free." I laughed at that cause one of the other girls at the table had on a t-shirt that said 'No Money, No Honey', and then turned to her and said, "Ok, let's go."
We ended up fucking for an hour or so, she was super enthusiastic and attentive, and I couldn't sleep afterwards because of all the energy drink shots, so we head back across the street where the others are still going strong. unbelievable. We hang out there for another hour before heading back to my room around 9:30 or so for another rodeo session before finally passing out.
I wake up an hour later to her phone ringing. She looks at me and puts her finger to her lips. It's her boyfriend. So here we are, the two of us, laying there naked and she's holding the phone to her ear with one hand and holding my exhausted cock with the other. She's telling him about her night, which surprisingly she leaves out the part about going to a hotel room with a guy for a marathon fuck. She makes plans to meet up with him for lunch and gets off the phone. We go at it one more time before she showers and leaves.
26 February 2010
What...
"Holy Shit!
Last night was awesome!"
What TIBKK is trying to say is he grabbed a stunner with a great frame last night who was into chicks and then picked up a lady who had (unknown to her ownself) massive lesbian yearnings....
The prick has been telling me about how good it was all day long...
Then the hot bod called him again tonight... Which of course he was quick to inform me about. I almost beat him up...
Can anyone compute the odds.... I'm thinking powerball probabilities here.... One in a few million....
A big fuck you shout out to TIBKK...
Signing off as,
Not Bitter Or Anything :)
__________________25 February 2010
Tilac
It's an interesting touch...
The best....
The best....
The best three dollars I've spent here was a tip to a certain lady
here who was ramming a glass rod in her ass and then chased TIBKK
around the bar....
100 baht! No questions asked...
Classy....
(she actually got some dude to lick it... He thought it was in her box
I'm sure...)
__________________
23 February 2010
Bangkok in 6 hours
Just after 5pm yesterday JD and I were sitting in the lobby of our hotel in Pattaya and he mentioned his buddy's bar in Bangkok was showing a recording of the UFC fights from the night before and I jokingly said, "let's go up and watch it."
"ok", he said
"hmmm, that means we'll have to miss today's gym session...fuck it, let's do it, we can hit up soi cowboy too."
We hire a taxi to pick us up in 40 minutes and rush to our rooms to get ready for the night. The taxi guy and his friend are amazed that we have no luggage, nothing but a plastic bag filled with black sodas(sans nam kang this time around tho).
We show up at the bar around 8 and I'm a little hesitant to walk in as it's the place the bartender worked at who went with me back to pattaya one drunken night in December and I kind of blew her off afterwards...but luckily it was her night off and I didn't have to worry about any awkwardness. After the fights we did the 5 minute walk over to Soi Cowboy.
I hadn't been to Soi Cowboy before and was anxious to see what all the hype was about. Immediately turning on to the street it reminded me of a cute little replica of Walking Street complete with little neon signs flashing above your head and groups of girls in themed outfits beckoning you to visit their gogo. The first place we go to is Tilac. I wanted to go there because I heard that there's a window in the men's restroom above the urinals so you can continue to view the gyrating girls on the platforms while taking your piss. Unfortunately, I haven't conquered my pee shyness yet and since the window was not a one way view I couldn't piss because a couple of the girls were making eye contact with me. So I just stood there pretending to take a piss so they wouldn't know I was pee shy before heading back to my booth, still having to piss.
Next up was Shark bar and one of the girls from out front came in to seat us and I chatted with her for a bit, bought her a drink or two and then JD and I decided to head out to a disco. I was still talking to the hostess so I invited her to go with us. She started naming her ST and LT prices and I jokingly started naming my prices and surprisingly she said, "ok, then neither of us pay. I get off work one hour, I call you." and she whipped out her iphone and we exchanged numbers. JD and I were ready to leave a few minutes later and I decided I'd at least pay her barfine so she could leave work early and go with us to the disco.
We hit the disco and while the hostess and I are dancing next to our table JD is chatting up a stunner a few tables over. 3am we decide to leave and the hostess says, "I go Pattaya with you?"
"Sure honey, let's go."
JD briefly talked to his girl about going with as well, but he decided against it at the last minute, so the 3 of us catch a cab back to pattaya.
Once back in Pattaya my bird and I get some microwave shrimp wonton soup at 7-11 and head up to my room.
"ok", he said
"hmmm, that means we'll have to miss today's gym session...fuck it, let's do it, we can hit up soi cowboy too."
We hire a taxi to pick us up in 40 minutes and rush to our rooms to get ready for the night. The taxi guy and his friend are amazed that we have no luggage, nothing but a plastic bag filled with black sodas(sans nam kang this time around tho).
We show up at the bar around 8 and I'm a little hesitant to walk in as it's the place the bartender worked at who went with me back to pattaya one drunken night in December and I kind of blew her off afterwards...but luckily it was her night off and I didn't have to worry about any awkwardness. After the fights we did the 5 minute walk over to Soi Cowboy.
I hadn't been to Soi Cowboy before and was anxious to see what all the hype was about. Immediately turning on to the street it reminded me of a cute little replica of Walking Street complete with little neon signs flashing above your head and groups of girls in themed outfits beckoning you to visit their gogo. The first place we go to is Tilac. I wanted to go there because I heard that there's a window in the men's restroom above the urinals so you can continue to view the gyrating girls on the platforms while taking your piss. Unfortunately, I haven't conquered my pee shyness yet and since the window was not a one way view I couldn't piss because a couple of the girls were making eye contact with me. So I just stood there pretending to take a piss so they wouldn't know I was pee shy before heading back to my booth, still having to piss.
Next up was Shark bar and one of the girls from out front came in to seat us and I chatted with her for a bit, bought her a drink or two and then JD and I decided to head out to a disco. I was still talking to the hostess so I invited her to go with us. She started naming her ST and LT prices and I jokingly started naming my prices and surprisingly she said, "ok, then neither of us pay. I get off work one hour, I call you." and she whipped out her iphone and we exchanged numbers. JD and I were ready to leave a few minutes later and I decided I'd at least pay her barfine so she could leave work early and go with us to the disco.
We hit the disco and while the hostess and I are dancing next to our table JD is chatting up a stunner a few tables over. 3am we decide to leave and the hostess says, "I go Pattaya with you?"
"Sure honey, let's go."
JD briefly talked to his girl about going with as well, but he decided against it at the last minute, so the 3 of us catch a cab back to pattaya.
Once back in Pattaya my bird and I get some microwave shrimp wonton soup at 7-11 and head up to my room.
21 February 2010
Nothing....
Anyways, these blue beauts have become increasingly hard to find. In fact it was rumored by one pharmacist that they were no longer being made.
A subsequent rumor includes TIBKK buying two of these boxes at the begining of a barcrawl cause "they were available" and then storming go-go to massage joint and back again. One in each rear pocket....
Classy!
Just cause I could....
Stopped at the usual seven (thai for 7-11). Well outside is some (at the time) remotely attractive 40 year old. I had actually seen her eating there the night before with her friend and caught her checking me out. Which of course I pointed out.
Well it's her and some guy who she claimed was her brother eating this time and she insists I join them for dinner.
The usual nonsense banter ensues and the meal draws to an end. I inform them I'm headed home and the lady informs me she's coming with me.
"Lets do it!"
Thinking how on earth is some woman willing to just hop on the back of a scooter driven by a crosseyed drunk and go bone down.
I still don't know the anwser. But she was.
Kicked her out in the morning and I've been getting these gems since. Of course accompanied by phone calls where I always inform her I'm 800 kilometers away.
For the record I have no idea why she put 7 eleven in there. She did not know I reffered to her as 7-11 Preem....
Le Resturanture
While holed up in Chalong Phuket working out at Tiger Muay Thai http://www.tigermuaythai.com
I end up exploring alternate ladies from the traditional bar girls.
TIBKK was on a visa run so I had been eating solo at various venues. I
end up heading down the street to a place called "the teacher" in thai
of course.
I end up exploring alternate ladies from the traditional bar girls.
TIBKK was on a visa run so I had been eating solo at various venues. I
end up heading down the street to a place called "the teacher" in thai
of course.
Anyway the second meal there it's late and slow. There's this cute
lady with this sexy long denim skirt and a Latin look to her. TIBKK
describes her as columbian. She has time so I ask her if she like a
beer. She agrees and joins me. Her friend waitress #2 with a cute
Chinese face is now in limbo so I invite her over as well.
Columbia speaks zero English and #2 is anything but a linguist. Still
we carry on for a few more beers. I end up asking Columbia for her
number and #2 is happy to provide hers as well. We all agree to go out
dancing tomorrow after the resturant closes.
I arrive a little later this time but still have enough of it to
polish off a few large beers. On the rocks of course. Don't worry
fellas I'm bringing it stateside.
Well the columbian can't make it out but I've already recieved a few
texts from #2 so I kinda figured it out before I arrived. Either way
it's me and #2 screaming down the road on my little scooter a little
more than buzzed.
We stop at on of her friends clubs for a few more beers. I've actually
been up since 8 and it's approaching 3 so we decide to head home.
Anyways, a couple of shags latter and it's morning and I drop her off
at the end of her road so she won't be seen by whomever she lived with.
And all communication with her stops. No texts or returns. Not a phone
call, nada.
I'm pretty sure this sweet little twenty year old wanted to "try out"
a farang (read whiteboy) to see what it was like. I was that
experiment...
__________________
Box Of Rocks
I saw this super sexy and tall half Thai-half African girl named Nan with this smooth caramel skin and long straight jet black hair ordering food from a street vendor while on my way to the 7-11 the other night and invited her to go play pool. She agrees and off we go. She proceeds to ask me my name and where I am from about every 5 minutes for the rest of the night. Physically, she's a stunner, so instead of doing the smart thing and saying goodbye after realizing she honestly doesn't remember what I just told her I play along and make up new names and locations. In fact, it actually becomes pretty entertaining coming up with new countries and names as she seems to completely forget what I told her 5 minutes beforehand.
"What u name?"
"Lancelot."
"u name Ranthrawah?"
"Yeah"
5 minutes later...
"Where you from?"
"Tatooine"
Gif meets up with us, talks to Nan in Thai and when Nan goes to shoot her ball Gif leans over to me points to her head and says, "She look lovely, but something wrong up here." So I invite Nan to go with us to the club.
As soon as we get into the club Nan starts grinding on me like I'm a paddle and her ass is the ball linked to me by a rubber band. I'm getting a lot of jealous stares from the other farangs in the club, all unaware of her mental deficiency.
After about 30 minutes of this I'm afraid that my crotch is going to catch on fire with the constant friction from her ass so I tell her I am going to rest and walk over to a barstool. She follows right behind me and starts grinding up on me while I am sitting on the stool. I have to hold on to the table for support as she's rocking me and the stool back and forth. I look over at Gif who is just laughing at me and shaking her head. At this point I think I'm over it and though I don't have to piss I tell Nan I am going to the toilet just so I can get a minute's rest from her ass shaking. While in the toilet I decide I am going to hit the eject button and ditch Nan. As soon as I come out I walk over to her, watch her shake her ass and say, "ok, I go now...you want come with me?"
The next morning...
we are laying in my bed and the first thing she says to me, "What u name?"
Other notable highlights from that morning:
"I speak 50% England, 50% Africa, and 50% Thai"
"You from America?! Speak America!"
"I am. English is what they speak in America."
"No England is speak in England. You speak America!"
"ex-boyfriend do this," she says as she grabs my hand and has me rub the top back part of her head. There's about an inch long divot in her head hidden by her hair.
"what do you mean? how he do that?"
"he take knife," she says while mimicking a tomahawk like chopping motion.
"oh shit. ow." I say and sadly think to myself, so that could explain a few things...
"What u name?"
"Lancelot."
"u name Ranthrawah?"
"Yeah"
5 minutes later...
"Where you from?"
"Tatooine"
Gif meets up with us, talks to Nan in Thai and when Nan goes to shoot her ball Gif leans over to me points to her head and says, "She look lovely, but something wrong up here." So I invite Nan to go with us to the club.
As soon as we get into the club Nan starts grinding on me like I'm a paddle and her ass is the ball linked to me by a rubber band. I'm getting a lot of jealous stares from the other farangs in the club, all unaware of her mental deficiency.
After about 30 minutes of this I'm afraid that my crotch is going to catch on fire with the constant friction from her ass so I tell her I am going to rest and walk over to a barstool. She follows right behind me and starts grinding up on me while I am sitting on the stool. I have to hold on to the table for support as she's rocking me and the stool back and forth. I look over at Gif who is just laughing at me and shaking her head. At this point I think I'm over it and though I don't have to piss I tell Nan I am going to the toilet just so I can get a minute's rest from her ass shaking. While in the toilet I decide I am going to hit the eject button and ditch Nan. As soon as I come out I walk over to her, watch her shake her ass and say, "ok, I go now...you want come with me?"
The next morning...
we are laying in my bed and the first thing she says to me, "What u name?"
Other notable highlights from that morning:
"I speak 50% England, 50% Africa, and 50% Thai"
"You from America?! Speak America!"
"I am. English is what they speak in America."
"No England is speak in England. You speak America!"
"ex-boyfriend do this," she says as she grabs my hand and has me rub the top back part of her head. There's about an inch long divot in her head hidden by her hair.
"what do you mean? how he do that?"
"he take knife," she says while mimicking a tomahawk like chopping motion.
"oh shit. ow." I say and sadly think to myself, so that could explain a few things...
Indo
A while back JD and I decided to take a break from the debauchery and women for a day and go do something touristy and signed up for an all-day tour of Koh Phi Phi and surrounding islands. Early on in the tour, when we get to the first island, this tourist girl from Indo asked us if she could share our rented umbrella. Less than 24 hours later I found myself in her hostel room taking her from behind. Decent lay for a non-pro...tho I'm not a big fan of the overgrown backpacker bush.
.JPG)
She was in the middle of a SE Asia trip and was off to Singapore the next morning so we exchanged emails and parted ways. A few days later I got an email from her asking me to go visit her in Jakarta once she was back home. So I decided, since I had to do a visa run in a few weeks anyways and the RT plane ticket was only $80, to buy myself a ticket. Four days before I head out there I wake up with a serious case of pink eye(which will most likely be the subject of another boring blog post) and started taking eye drops I picked up at the pharmacy. The shit didn't help and I couldn't cancel the trip cause it was my visa run and so I end up heading to Indo with a highly contagious eye infection. Got grilled from the customs agent about what the fuck was up with my eyes until I told him it was a contagious viral infection, at which point he gingerly pushed my stamped passport back across the counter with his pen and told me to move on.
Once in Indo I can't really go anywhere or do anything because the sun is killing my eyes and they are constantly discharging eye goop, so I just hole up in my room ordering room service and watching HBO. She comes to my hotel room late on my second night there and as soon as I open up the door she gasps and won't look at me and makes me wear sunglasses in my hotel room. we just lay there and watch tv. The next day I get a text from her, "thanks i have an infected eye now". I text back, "sry", finish packing and head out to catch my flight back to Phuket. Pretty fun visa run!
.JPG)
She was in the middle of a SE Asia trip and was off to Singapore the next morning so we exchanged emails and parted ways. A few days later I got an email from her asking me to go visit her in Jakarta once she was back home. So I decided, since I had to do a visa run in a few weeks anyways and the RT plane ticket was only $80, to buy myself a ticket. Four days before I head out there I wake up with a serious case of pink eye(which will most likely be the subject of another boring blog post) and started taking eye drops I picked up at the pharmacy. The shit didn't help and I couldn't cancel the trip cause it was my visa run and so I end up heading to Indo with a highly contagious eye infection. Got grilled from the customs agent about what the fuck was up with my eyes until I told him it was a contagious viral infection, at which point he gingerly pushed my stamped passport back across the counter with his pen and told me to move on.
Once in Indo I can't really go anywhere or do anything because the sun is killing my eyes and they are constantly discharging eye goop, so I just hole up in my room ordering room service and watching HBO. She comes to my hotel room late on my second night there and as soon as I open up the door she gasps and won't look at me and makes me wear sunglasses in my hotel room. we just lay there and watch tv. The next day I get a text from her, "thanks i have an infected eye now". I text back, "sry", finish packing and head out to catch my flight back to Phuket. Pretty fun visa run!
20 February 2010
By popular demand....
persistant relative, here are some boylady photos...
Bangkok....
Great city, if I didn't have other plans I'd think about getting a job
there....
18 February 2010
.jpg)
.jpg)
02 February 2010
In the bathroom
this bathroom will cost you a 1000thb fee!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)