Updates on My Favorite Go Go Dancer and the Snuggler– Part 2

I spoke to a friend last week who lives in America and reads the blog. During out phone conversation he asked me which bar the Snuggler works in.

“Oh, she doesn’t work in a bar” I answered, “She’s a ‘normal’ Thai girl.”

It hadn’t occurred to me that in the context of my earlier blog it sounded like the snuggler was a bar girl. In fact, she is a ‘good’ Thai girl – not a bar girl or a ‘tweener – and I met her in the middle of last year, while my favorite go go dancer was still here in Bangkok.. I have been dealing with her on a fairly low level for a long time, and recently, after I had absorbed the news from mfggd that she planned on spending her life with E-boy away from Thailand, I got in touch with the snuggler and we did what we’d been toying with for a long time.

That is, we had sex.

It was a bit uninspiring when it happened.

It wasn’t terrible – is sex ever terrible? – but it was probably average. So I wasn’t in any hurry to repeat the experience.

That said, there were some definite points in favor of repeating. First was the fact that the girl was obviously enthusiastic about me. If I hadn’t been sure whether she really was, it became clear when she said she wanted to come spend a week with me upcountry.

Also, there was the certain monetary advantage in the fact that she isn’t a hooker. I don’t have to pay cash for the pooty – though as Prufrock has pointed out in other fora, there’s always some manner of price to pay.

And at this point, some of Penfold’s wisdom comes in handy.

I imagine that everyone who knows me and Penfold (including Penfers and me as well) must be deeply puzzled about why we are friends. The fact is, I don’t know why, but we get along very well.

Since I’ve been training at the gym with Penfold about three days per week for a few months now (whenever I’m in Bangkok), I’m seeing a lot of him. We chat during our workouts, and once a week or so we’ll go for a meal or a drink together. We also bump into each other at bars around the Sukhumvit area from time to time and are invariably friendly. Penfold even went house shopping with me recently to offer a second opinion on my housing decision (in the end I decided to pass on the house and remain for the moment in my room on Soi 22).

I know Penfold pretty well. I knew him last year when he lived in Bangkok, and we’ve been regular buddies since he returned from an extended trip to England in January this year.

Anyone who doesn’t know him, but has read him on-line, might legitimately wonder if he’s full of shit. I assure you, that while some people may not like him or always agree with him, Penfold’s writing is not the stuff of fancy. I’ve met many of the girls he writes about, and I hear almost daily accounts of what happened the night before; where he was, what he did, and who he did it to… the good, the bad and the ugly. Only about 10 or 20 percent of it ever makes it to various internet blogs via his comments.

There are a couple of topics of conversation that frequently arise between us. One is the idea of Thai ‘good’ girls and what that phrase really means.

For anyone who isn’t sure, it doesn’t mean that they don’t have sex. It means that they don’t ask for money for sex. Thai girls — good, bad or otherwise – enjoy sex just like the rest of the world. It might take a little longer to bed them, and it may not.

Penfold, is 24 years old and (though I don’t personally understand why) he is attractive to women and gets more than his fair share of poontang. He occasionally dips into the P4P scene, but when I’ve asked him in the past, he’s estimated that his ratio is about 10% P4P and 90% free sex.

I’ve seen him with the girls he spends time with, and he is pretty open about the fact that he is jaow shoo (a playboy; a butterfly) and the girls he runs around with seem to be okay with that. They aren’t any more serious about him than he is about them. They don’t want to get married… just have a tumble with him a few times per month.

But I’m losing my train of thought.

The point is that the idea of ‘good’ Thai girls – perhaps because of the use of the word good – tend to be misleading. Because they dress modestly, don’t hold hands in public, don’t kiss in public and so on, there’s a conception that they are somehow sexually repressed.

This is wrong.

Completely wrong.

Penfold often talks about being unable to really understand what people mean when they use the term “good” Thai girls, because he beds university students, office girls and business owners weekly. Often they have sex with him on the first date. And they tend to be totally uninhibited about what they do in the bed (or often out of it).

When I said above that the roll in the hay with the snuggler was ‘average’ I don’t mean to imply that it was because she was unwilling to do anything that I asked, or that she failed to perform in any way. She kissed me full on the lips, I spent time with my head between her legs licking her extremely wet pussy, and – though it’s not something I do often – I spent some time giving her a rim job. She seemed to enjoy it all, and she came twice. Later, we had sex and I came satisfactorily.

It’s hard to understand what I could fault there, except possibly a little lack of initiative on her part.

But it just seemed to lack a little of the undefinable magic that makes one girl special while another one is just another fuck in a Bangkok lifetime full of fucks.

Another thing that Penfold often comments on is his amazement at how often girls not only don’t ask for money, but insist on paying for something. For Penfold it may include covering his taxi fare to their home and back, dinner, or the girl travelling across town for the privilege of spreading their legs to receive his manhood.

With the snuggler, in the past, she’s often insisted on paying for dinner or drinks. Now she’s made the effort to hop a bus and a sawng taew to come spend time with me in a hard-to-reach upcountry location. In the case of these girls, Prufrock may be correct in saying that you pay for it one way or another, but it definitely isn’t by way of cash out of your wallet.

Again, Penfold often talks to me about the things that seemingly good girls are willing to do — blow jobs, taking up the duff, against the mirror – he says that he seldom hears a ‘good’ girl say no to anything.

It’s the hookers, he says, who have limits and rules.

Last week the snuggler called me and wanted to come spend a week with me upcountry. I wasn’t really keen on the notion, but reluctantly agreed.

She arrived on Wednesday. It was an odd afternoon and evening. Although we’ve known each other for a year or so, and although we’d had sex just a couple of weeks earlier, things seemed a bit awkward with her – a bit strained somehow. We didn’t talk much.

At one point I made a joke that fell flat. I have three bedrooms in the bungalow, so I asked her which one she would be using.

“Arai go-dai” she answered. (It doesn’t matter)

A few minutes later she took her small bag of clothe into the second bedroom. Whoops. Guess she didn’t think it was funny.

In the evening I made it a point to say that I was going to bed and that she should come into my room whenever she finished watching TV.

She came in after I was asleep, and in spite of her ’snuggler’ status, she slept on the far side of the bed all night.

Thursday was a bit less awkward. She cuddled next to me as we were falling asleep, and then did the same snuggler routine that I suffered through in Bangkok. At around 3 in the morning, I got up and went to the toilet. On my return, I spotted that the left side of the bed was wide open, so I crawled in there.

When I had done the same thing in Bangkok she had immediately rolled left and pinned me again. This time she seemed to figure it out, and we slept the night out with a comfortable 18 inch space between us.

Two nights together, not a hint of sex.

At least part of the reason was that I had my favorite go go dancer on my mind. She was coming back to Bangkok this week and I couldn’t quite shake the idea fixeé that I have had for months. It seemed like I shouldn’t be having sex with the snuggler when my favorite go go dancer was returning imminently. It would have felt like I was cheating on my hooker.

Friday night the snuggler threatened that idea a bit more. The snuggling was a little closer, with some serious hints towards sex, but sometime before midnight I rolled over and went to sleep, both of us still fully clothed and unmolested. I was still faithful to my favorite go go dancer, who has told me that she plans to go live in Europe with another man.

Saturday with the snuggler was much the same as Friday.

In the back of my mind, the countdown that began around Christmastime was running towards zero. I had spoken to my favorite go go dancer last week, and I knew that she was getting on a plane late Saturday night to return to Bangkok. We’d had the “don’t call me, I’ll call you” conversation, so I wasn’t sure what to expect from her.

Maybe I wouldn’t see her or hear from her at all.

Sunday morning, my phone rang around 9:45 a.m. It was my favorite go go dancer. She’d landed in Bangkok early, gotten to her room around 8:30, gotten settled (no doubt called E-boy to report her safe arrival and say that she missed him already) and now she was calling me. I have to say, I was pleased.

The conversation was short. We’ve spoken twice a week since she went overseas, including last week, so there wasn’t really much news. It was just three or four minutes of good wishes, then goodbye. But I felt better. I was – I am – planning to see her this week. The fact that she called me shortly after landing encourages me.

Fast forward twelve hours. I was alone in my room with the snuggler. It was bed-time. She had her head on my shoulder in her usual ready-to-sleep position.

But she changed the script slightly. Every other night this week we had simply gone to sleep Sunday night, she started running her fingernails across my chest and stomach. This was new.

Her fingers wandered down towards the area where it became obvious that she wasn’t expecting to just drift quietly off to sleep tonight.

She had decided to take matters into her own hands, if you will. She wasn’t waiting for me to instigate things.

The snuggler reached inside my shorts and grabbed my cock firmly. She slid my shorts off, then started giving me a fairly clumsy, but effective hand-job. I wasn’t likely to come, but she definitely had junior standing at attention.

For a while I thought she might move her mouth down and do a proper job of it, but twenty minutes along it didn’t seem to be happening. I couldn’t just lay there naked while she fondled my tackle until sunrise, so I decided to take an active role.

I lifted the nightdress over her head, flipped around and stuck my face between her legs. I was shocked to find her as wet as the ocean. She’d been fondling me, but I hadn’t done anything by way of foreplay. Apparently having my massive member in her hand was enough to open the floodgates for her love-juice.

In any event, I dived in. She immediately responded by sticking my cock in her mouth.

This was also new.

I flipped on my back and we created the classic 69. This went on for a while. She was proving quite talented.

When she started edging close to an orgasm she got enthusiastic… she slid forward and pulled my legs back, sticking her tongue in by bum hole and giving me a five minute rim job. Penfold’s thesis was proving out. The girl wasn’t backing off on anything.

Good behaviour should be rewarded, so while she licked my brown hole I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris. She squeaked and moaned and licked furiously. When she got close to fireworks time she moved back, wrapped her lips around my cock again and started sucking furiously.

I’m not sure who came first. I think it may have been one of the rare simultaneous orgasms that are the stuff of legend. In any event, she became the first Thai girl I’ve ever known who swallowed when I came in her mouth. She took the full load without choking, spitting, wiping or saying “eeeew!”

Well done!

Her rating in my books just moved up from average to pretty-damned-good.

Like Penfold said, these Thai girls can definitely surprise you with exactly how sexually adventurous they can be once you actually get past the issues of public modesty and get them alone in the bedroom. The snuggler seems to confirm Penfold’s experience and theory. Once a good girl decides she wants to go to bed with you, she is pretty totally committed to the experience. There’s little she is unwilling to do.

An hour later I hit the snuggler with some doggy-style sex that was almost anti-climactic. In what looked like a parody, when we were finished she wrapped the towel around her and hobbled to the toilet, looking for all the world as though I’d crippled her with my cocksmanship. When I asked what was wrong, she just held her hand over her pussy and made a sound that indicated that she might never be able to stand straight again.

Definitely above average.

So, maybe you’re wondering if I’m forgetting about my favorite go go dancer in light of the new, stronger performance by the snuggler, the answer is – nope.

I’ve been waiting nearly six months. I’m obsessed. I’m not letting go that easily. I want to see her and hear her story. I need to have the nails driven into the coffin of my hopes and expectations. I need the little hooker to tell me she’s cast her lot with E-boy for better or worse.

I’ve got one more night in the bungalow with the snuggler…. it’s back to Bangkok tomorrow.

mid blog update:

I was pleasantly surprised while I was typing that last sentence to see my favorite go go dancer’s name come up on my mobile phone. She rang to say that she’s wants to see me on Wednesday.

(Woo hoo!)

What time? I asked, conscious that she had told me before that she would be very very busy on her return to Bangkok and might not be able to see me.

“Anytime” she said, laughing. “I’m free all day.”

It turned out that she thought I was working. I let her know that I was on holiday starting Wednesday, and she said, “great, we can spend the day together.”

I’ll never understand women.

We made arrangements to go shopping together, and I promised to make a new music CD for her. I asked if she’d like to go to dinner together with me and my sister. I haven’t seen my favorite go go dancer for 5 months, but I haven’t seen my sister for more than three years.

“Sure!” was the enthusiastic reply.

She sounded like the girl that I fell for last year. The one that is always happy and laughing. The one that always seemed to put me at the top of her list. The one that felt like my good friend and who always seemed to enjoy my company. The girl that makes me forget all the other girls.

I wrote recently that the final week before the return of my favorite go go dancer wasn’t anything like I had expected it to be when I said good bye to her at Christmastime. It seemed to be a searing disappointment.

The phone call yesterday, and especially the one today, were exactly like what I expected when I said good bye in December.

I intend to find out which girl came back to Bangkok when I see her the day after tomorrow.

I miss the one that left in December; I’m hoping she shows up, even if she’s decided to go back and live with E-boy for the rest of her life.

Now it’s time to go back and face the snuggler.

But I already know that it’ll be a bit tough after that phone call.

end of blog update:

While I was in the process of posting the blog last night, the snuggler came up and looked over my shoulder.  I switched to the Bangkok Post site and closed the blog without finishing the posting process.

An hour later my favorite go go dancer called me.  She was out shopping with her sister and just wanted to say “hi” and let me know what she was doing.  Cool.

Monday night passed with the snuggler firmly attached to me in the bed, but sex free.  She came to bed in just her night dress — no bra or undies — which was a change.  I assume she was waiting for me to start things off, but my mind was on my favorite go go dancer.

This morning the nurse talked to me, asking if she could see me when I get back to Bangkok.  I pleaded that I am busy with friends who just arrived from overseas and with my sister (both true), and she seemed to accept the excuse, if a little reluctantly.  I’m leaving for Chiang Mai on Saturday with my sis, so I’m unlikely to see her for a while.

She’ll live.

An American buddy who’s  in town at the moment called me early this morning to see what time I’d be back in town today.  We were making arrangements to get together tonight.

The snuggler was sitting next to me during the phone call.  She had previously said she wanted to stay at my house tonight and I’d said ‘no’ because I had friends from out of town I wanted to see.  Something about the phone call with my American buddy must have pissed her off.  She got all pouty and shitty in the few minutes between the phone call and when I left for work.

I wouldn’t be surprised, when I get back to the bungalow this afternoon, to find that she’s packed up and gone back to Bangkok on her own.  Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised to find her sitting there, prepared to sit through a three hour ride to Bangkok without saying a word.  Part of the price you pay that Prufrock talks about.

One of the many things I like about my favorite go go dancer is that she never pulls that kind of shit.

Anyway — five more hours and it’s back to the City of Angels!