I now work across the road from Patapong… literally. But I have tended to stay away, except for taking a few friends to see the Ping Pong shows.Last week on Thursday, I went with some workmates to an Irish pub across the street, and when everyone went home to wives & girlfriends at 10 pm I wandered onto Patapong alone.I wandered through about 5 or 6 gogo bars, ending up with an empty beer bottle at closing time (2 am) and a girl asking me if I wanted to go for a short time.My report may be a little vague on details due to excessive alcohol consumption, but here goes:
I opened my wallet and looked inside. Sorry, says I, I don’t have enough money.
How much have you got? she asks.
About 800 baht
No problem. 300 fro the room, 500 for the girl.
I’m seriously impaired from the Heineken, but as far as I could tell, the girl was very pretty… definitely above average. Okay. I emptied my wallet, and we went upstairs to the short time hotel.
We end up scrambling for a condom, and she goes & buys one from reception.
I’m horny as a jackrabbit, so in spite of the alcohol I managed to get up and in. I was deep kissing her and having a generally good time. I reached down, grabbed her little ass and managed to slip my finger in her bum.
When she didn’t squeak or pull at my hand I got an idea, so I pulled out and tried to enter her anally. She wasn’t unhappy about it but the lubrication wasn’t sufficient. I tried spitting on my fingers and getting some oil from inside her but it was looking like no luck. Finally she grabbed her purse, grabbed the lube, and I was in like Flynn.
Being inebriated, I wasn’t thinking too much about her and I plunged deep. She protested a little bit, but since she didn’t try to rip the skin off my body with her fingernails I just kept it up until I blew my load.
All in all, highly satisfying!
The go go bar was ACROSS from Supergirls in Patapong, with the short time hotel immediately above.
Because I moved through so many bars that night, I talked to a lot of girls. I think the one I anally-punished was named “Natt” but that might have been a girl from an earlier bar.
When I have enough money & guts I’ll just wander back through the bars in that area — she’ll spot me coming in the door. When I’m sobr I’ll be able to tell with confidence whether she was as beautiful as I thought, or if it was just the beer goggles.
If she is as gorgeous as I remember, I may ask her to marry me. Deep kissing, anal sex and beer… it just doesn’t get any better than that!
The post script is that my ‘girlfriend’ was at home waiting form me.
As I leave the hotel my mobile phone rings. I figure that by now, I don’t just stink of beer, I’ll smell like I’ve been having sweaty sex with a cheap bar girl for the last hour & half, so I’m a little hesitant to race home.
I’m drunk enough that I get lost anyway, and no money to take a taxi. Finally, reason fails me and I just lay down on the sidewalk and go to sleep at 4.30 am.
At 7.30 the sounds of traffic wake me. I am dirty and now I smell like dog-shit instead of a cheap whore, and of course someone has relieved me of my wallet and mobile phone.
If I was ever gonna have someone steal my wallet, tonights the right night… NO CASH in the wallet at all (I’d given it all to the girl) and my credit card is over the limit already. Losing the phone was a pain in the bum, but it was just a simple one… no camera or internet connection… so I was able to be back in business within 48 hours.
Of course, when I got home with no wallet or phone, covered in dirt, the girlfriend gave me sympathy instead of scolding me.
All in all, an eventful evening.
It should be a really good story once I practice it and learn how to embellish it a little.
“Come here kids… did grandpa ever tell you about the time he passed out on the streets of Bangkok and got robbbed?…”
March 30, 2008 at 6:48 pm |
WW that was great! I’m a new comer having been reading your blog for a month or so, I have began to pick about your archives and this event has re-affirmed my impression that we would get along wonderfully! I can’t say that I’ve fallen asleep on any street but I have been known to seek the comforts of the cool tiles of a bathroom floor, usually near and about the toilet, when your trying to come to terms with GOD regarding the rate at which the planet is rotating and how much of that last round drinks your going to actually retain. I think my worst was in a Bar in Tiajuana Mexico and the Federallies were doing a spot check for lost gringos, my ship mates recovered me before they found my lounge and I awoke back in San Diego on the ship!
I glad to find I’m not the only one!
Thanks for the intimate view in to your world, I hope to join you and your soon!
Ron from OC