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[The-Sith]

           RETURN OF THE SITH – BANGKOK 2016

 

CHAPTER I

(PROLOGUE)

YOUNG JEDI TURNS TO SITH

 

 

A Long Time Ago On a Continent Far, Far Away…….

 

 

A mid 20s American Jedi was stumbling, totally shitfaced, through the emptying streets of PatPong, uninitiated in the ways of the Darkside (The real generic “Darkside”, not to be confused with the bar of the same name in Bangkok). It was Bangkok in the late 1980s, when bars ran late into the night. Yet it was after 4am, aluminum corrugated gates over storefronts were mostly shut or shutting, and a scarce number of lights were remaining. Perfect circumstance to lure an unsuspecting Padawan.....

 

 

 

While deliberating whether to call it a night, or seek out more hidden action, our young Jedi bumped into a gaggle of tiny ladies, one of which caught his eye. An eye which at that time, lacked the technical perception to notice tell-tale signs of true genetics. The girl was cute, small, and asked for B 400 for a short time. This Jedi was still in school, short on funds, and couldn’t refuse such a special offer. In the back of his mind, the young Jedi knew there was indeed a possibility this girl was not a girl, but a member of the Ladyboy species that were the subject of pictures at the back of old porn magazines, many urban myths, and the standard fare of Thai-travel parables that always ended as a tale of cautionary warning ……….. yet our young Jedi still decided to give it a go.

 

After getting comfortable in the short-time room, suspicions of genetics were confirmed. She was a Femboy, no tits, who came out of the bathroom in a cheap B 100 negligee trying her best to shield the existence of her tiny 4” brown weenie. Even under the total drunken stupor of multiple whiskey cokes, beers and tequilas shots clouding the Jedi’s vision (and, indeed, good judgement), neither side was able to hide under the charade. The Jedi moved the Ladyboy’s shy hand away from covering her member only to see it spring up to attention. The reaction of the Jedi was one of high-browed surprised, curiosity, and acceptance (much like when Luke was told Leia was his sister, and a moment later, realized that French kissing his sister in an earlier episode was a hot and sexy experience).

 

Even though this Jedi had the usual Padawan nervousness and apprehension, his seduction down the journey to the Darkside had begun………

 

 

 

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[Picture 1: Return of the Sith]

[Picture 2: Patpong]

 

 

 

 

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The young Jedi’s initial training was from going out to bars and clubs during highschool and college at home in the U.S. He eventually moved to Manila, and later Singapore and was living as an Expat in SouthEast Asia. This permitted the young Jedi to close scores of hot GG babes by just using Jedi Mind Tricks and other methods, instead of the much more convenient and advanced form of seduction, straight cash-money. Just the fact that this Jedi was Caucasian, attracted a lot of beautiful Asian lovelies into his arms, whether he was at home in California or Asia. Over the years however, through the explosion of Ladyboy-related porn on the internet, and visits to Thailand, the Jedi discovered the world of Ladyboys and developed an obsession for them.

 

His trips to Thailand soon started including one or two visits to the “Death Star of the Adult Entertainment Industry”: Nana Entertainment Plaza.

 

 

THE DEATH STAR
 

 

The Death Star a/k/a the NEP is a multi-story sexual industry machine capable of destroying any and all comers. Its crowded neon lights, GoGoBars, and sordid nooks and crannies, are all designed to do the dark bidding of the Galactic Empire. Some say that just one blast of its laser beam will render a hard man humble.

 

In fact, the NEP is one of only three Man Made Objects that are visible from space. NASA files released in 2007 confirmed that space station photographs can specifically identify: 1. The Great Wall of China (representing Man’s Fear), 2. The Las Vegas Main Strip (representing Man’s Greed), and 3. The Death Star a/k/a the NEP (representing Man’s Lust). As a race of humans, we still have four more Deadly Sins for which to yet build iconic objects. I predict Gluttony is next, perhaps a giant Taco Bell built somewhere in Ohio.

 

 

[Picture 1: The Death Star a/k/a the NEP]

 

[Picture 2: Great Wall of China from Space]

 

[Picture 3: Las Vegas Main Strip from Space]

 

[Picture 4: Nana Entertainment Plaza from Space]

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Many years ago, a bunch of fellows and I were walking East along Sukhumvit around Soi 2 following this hot Thai girl. We noticed her picking up pace, when one of my friends said “Look at the girl, she’s headed for that small Plaza”, we thought we could get her before she went shopping in the Plaza – she was almost within our predatory range.

 

Then one of our more experienced friends said “That’s no Plaza. It’s a multi-story sexual industry machine capable of destroying and all comers!!!!!” To which the other friend replied “It’s too big to be a multi-story sexual industry machine”….. and, as we approached, I expressed my trepidation “I’ve got a very bad feeling about this……..”

 

We all tried to turn around and head back towards Soi 2, but for some reason the Death Star kept pulling us in…….. we couldn’t escape its clutches.

 

Countless poor souls have been caught by The Death Star’s tractor beams. First its loud music and neon lights lure you to take a peak. Second, as you stroll along its many walkways and terraces, you will undoubtedly come within tractor beam range of one of the more aggressive GG or LB talent, who will lock her arms (and fangs) into you and drag you through the other side of the Red Felt Curtain………..resistance is futile. You are like one of those poor Elk surrounded by a band of Tigers on National Geographic. Once one of them gets you by the neck………………….well………………. you know the rest of the story. It never ends well.

 

 

Your polite naïve Farang-ways are no match for their aggressive street-smart persistence, emotional blackmail (“Oohhhh… why you no love me?”), and downright sexiness. You, like many others, will be immediately sat down, surrounded by a mobile fish tank of girls eager to be selected, and coerced into buying multiple rounds of lady-drinks for lovely ASPs, ugly ASPs, and one or two weather-beaten Mamasans alike. The suck of Bhat from your pocket begins with no end ever in sight.

 

You are no match for the Darkside of the Force.   

 

 

Indeed, how many of us have found ourselves escorted into a Short Time Room in the Death Star that more than not, resembled a Garbage Compactor Room, with sludge and critters lurking between our ankles. Check out the picture posted below of the Short Time Room. The clock is always ticking in those rooms, and it can certainly sometimes feel like the walls are moving in on you……as your time runs out and your P4P choice of the evening is trying to hurry you to blow a load by whispering in your ear “You cum for me now, you cum! Ok?” And many of us who have used those rooms, particularly those who read this Forum, may have encountered a giant brown snake lurking beneath the sheets – sly-fully slithering past our legs and thighs – only to find ourselves battling face-to-face with that one-eyed monster as it tries to suffocate us into submission. The HORROR!!!!!!!!

 

How many of us have been in the middle of that picture before? See the picture posted below. Lurking in a derelict cesspool with complete strangers. Paying an extra B 500 to keep the good times going.... because you are almost about to blow your wad. It doesn't really get fun till a light amount of blood starts flowing...... that is, if you really have taken the journey deep down the Darkside.


See Chewy in that picture? Poor Chewy .........'have no money to buy hormones recently'. She must go back to Isaan because no more GoGoBar will hire her. No amount of warpaint, and false eyelashes will attract even the most hardcore of BMs. Mamasan is about kick her off the Death Star........ she'll have to work the backwater cantinas of Mos Eisley soon.
 

(Did someone say "the Thermae!!!!!!!!")

 

 

 

 

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Back in the day, LBs could only be found in one or two bars on the Death Star….. most notably the first LB bar in Nana, Casanova’s, where our Young Jedi had his second LB experience many many years ago… which was followed by dozens more over the years. Today, there is a proliferation of LB bars, with too many names to keep track of, a clear indication that many a fool have been lured into the temptation and seduction of the Darkside. There is a saying amongst male Expats living in Asia, that "there are two types of Expats in Asia..... one type that meets a hot chick, takes her back to his room, realizes she has a dick, decides to get a blow job anyway, and tells his friends about it!!!!! And the second type, who meets a hot chick, takes her back to his room, realizes she has a dick, decides to get a blow job anyway, and doesn't tell his friends about it."
 

 

RESTORE PEACE TO THE GALAXY; RE-JOURNEY TO THE DARKSIDE

 

 

Friends, Readers of this Forum, and all you Nasty BMs, after a great run of GGs and LBs alike many many years ago, I have had a very long hiatus from LB pleasures….… except for the measly exception of wanking to LB porn on the Internet. Yet I missed their seductive glances usually coupled with a flickering tongue, their tight bodies, and the tone of their uniquely high and low pitch voice that sounds like a goose honking while they are being pounded in the ass. 

 

I consider Ladyboys the most advanced of all sexual creatures created on this beautiful Earth of ours. Their only one aim is to look, act, and be as feminine and sexy as possible to get attention from cock. Everything a Ladyboy thinks and does is for this purpose. Regular GGs don’t have a chance – except for a handful of slutty teens in a similar frame of mind. Even if you built the ultimate Pleasure Bot, it would not have the mad passion and desire of a Ladyboy sucking your cock, seeking verification that they are indeed sexy to you, all in order to sooth their inner most insecurities and lack of self esteem built by years of repression and judgement in society. You can’t program that kind of shit with C++ or Prolog. Moreover, a Pleasure Bot does not have its own cock to know exactly what to do with yours. Simply put, Man will never be able to build a Pleasure Bot as hot and sexy as a Ladyboy.

 

 

I love Ladyboys because they are so feminine, and sexual, yet have the libido and adventurism of a male. I always say, "I like Bad Girls, but the one thing badder than a Bad Girl, is a Bad Ladyboy."
 

Of course, that’s not to say that getting cash-money doesn’t play a major role in the purpose of many Ladyboys. Sure it does. Big time. Yet while technique and professionalism can be purchased, real artistry and passion have to come from desire. And LBs desire dick.

After many many years of refrain, my re-journey to the Dark Side started innocently enough in the winter of 2016 with an occasional visit to the local rub n tug with friends (older Asian GGs in the US who will massage and wank you for $75). The slippery slope soon set in, and I found myself wanting to once again experience the energy of a Ladyboy, so I called up some escorts for private rubs... no penetration. Somehow I could justify rubs in my mind as not cheating. All in Southern California. But like many guys on this Forum, who have tried to deny their feelings and desires, and have refrained for whatever reason, I could no longer continue. I came to grips that I needed LB interaction in my life, so I decided to take an LB excursion to Bangkok for five days.... a blow out, to once again, after so many years of respite, get hardcore with some of the most hardcore sexual creatures on this Planet.

 

So about two months ago, I started planning my trip to the Holy Grail of Ladyboys: BKK. It would be the Return of the Sith. Prior to my trip, I utilized the internet to connect with some LBs. There are so many resources these days. And social apps are great for communicating with them. LINE seems to be the standard in Thailand currently. I downloaded the app and hooked up online with some cute amateurs and also some P4P.... about 30 of them, and over the weeks prior to my trip, narrowed that down to 8 that I really liked. 3 of them were young Amateurs. 5 were Pros. I wanted to experience the entire spectrum of Ladyboy Delights… ranging from the petite and youthful Femboys, to the sexy and soft Ladyboy Felines, to the more Hardcore, well hung facepainters….and that’s exactly what I got.   

 

During the two months prior to the trip, during the regular despair of the pressures at work and at home, it was the preparation for the trip that was my only refuge. I am in sales, so it can be high pressure at times, yet one bonus is that I get to make trips to Singapore and other localities near Bangkok. I would wake up every morning checking my messages on LINE, and seeking out more LBs over the net. I was like a man who had for years crawled through a desert devoid of any water, picking up pace as the blurry vision of an oasis was coming into closer and closer view. Any guy who is currently reading this and it’s been years since your last LB encounter knows what I mean. I would soon be arriving at the Baskin-Robbins of Ladyboy Action, BKK.

 

 

 

 

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Chapter II - Enter BKK .................................................. coming soon!!!!!!!!!

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CHAPTER II

 

ENTER BKK

 

 

My trip had to be a quick in and out. Five days was likely all I could afford in terms of time, so I had to make every minute count.

 

My goal was to be satiated with LB action to sooth my burning, pent up desire. So I set some rules in order to maximize my experience while on the ground in Bangkok.

 

 

First Rule: No Inhibitions, or Softeners…… I was to explore sexually everything that I had even a remote desire to do or try without excuses. I didn’t want to have regrets months after the trip that I could have been more adventurous. That meant just cutting down to the chase and telling the girls exactly what I wanted – whatever role play I was into, whatever physical play I liked, even if it was taboo, and doing all the things that have traditionally been viewed as being gay. I didn’t give a fuck. Even though I consider myself straight, I wanted to go all the way. Suck and Be Sucked.  Fuck and Be Fucked. Whether I loved it or not, I wanted to just go with it.  

 

 

And there was to be no shame in public. I wouldn’t give a fuck about the “Walk of Shame” trying to ask the LB to walk 20 paces behind me as I rolled out onto Soi 4 or stroll down Sukhumvit to avoid judgement. Gents, we have all been there. How many of us have worn a baseball cap to cover ourselves or even a Groucho Marx moustache and glasses to hide our identity through the Walk of Shame. This time, unlike others, I would lock arms, hold hands, and tell anyone who asked that the girl I was with is my Girlfriend, even though she was noticeably a Ladyboy with her brown sac hanging beneath her tight miniskirt.

 

Also, I didn’t waste any time “easing my way into the LB bars” by first going to GG joints. I went directly for LB and didn’t touch the GGs. Fantastic GGs can be found anywhere in this world, including BKK. Yet the cream of the crop for Asian Ladyboy action is in one place only, so I wanted to maximize the opportunity by going exclusively Ladyboy.

 

And any LB that showed the slightest attitude would be shown the door immediately. In the past, I would some times put up with some negativity, or those LB techniques of making you feel pity or guilt for them, or some other negative bullshit. I made it clear with all the girls that I was 100% in command and it was my rules and there was no room for any bad vibes. The amazing thing I found is that with this change in my approach, I never had any problems. The LBs instinctively know what they can and cannot get away with. 100% of my time on this trip was great – not just because of better selection of LBs (which LINE permitted me to do), but because I changed my attitude.

 

Prior to my trip, I also paid a couple of visits to the local sex shops to stock up on lube, dildos, anal plugs, bondage gear, eye masks and all the type of things I had not fully utilized in my past sexual adventures.  

 

 

Second Rule: Total GFE. I not only wanted to have sexual pleasures with the girls, but adventure and connection. I wanted to become boyfriend-girlfriend, even if just for one night. As an older chap at 50, I can now only cum a couple of many times in a day, and not 3 to 5 times like in my twenties and maybe thirties.

 

That meant adventures in the bedroom and adventures outside of the bedroom to clubs and restaurants. It also meant that I should be kind and romantic. Romance starts with the male, and I wanted the ladies to feel appreciated, so I did things like buying them all perfume and making sure there were flowers to give them (for my next trip, I’ll take a visit to Terminal 21 where Victoria Secret has panties on sale, 5 for B 1,600). The ladies may be there only for cash, and may even return the little gift that you gave them to get back 30 cents on the dollar, but I find that the more you turn it into a GFE with romance and appreciation, the better service you get and the better experience, both from a physical and an emotional standpoint. And small gifts are a great way to get a Ladyboy’s ass juices flowin’.  

 

 

Third Rule: Be Generous. I had saved more money since my days many years ago, so I thought I would change my approach and take a trip that is more Vegas in style. That is, I would be super generous, dress well, and get a killer hotel room. Back in the day, I use to book the standard shit holes that allowed for pros and particularly LBs to freely enter. A cot, greying freying towels, multi-colored pubes in the bathroom the first day you check in, and an old cathode ray tube TV with two bottles of Chang drinking water placed beside it. The highest luxury I ever got during the rampaging days was Nana Hotel. Yet this time, I wanted to spend some cash.

 

I booked the one hotel that can balance discrete convenient walk-ins by multiple Ladyboys with luxury, and that is the Landmark – a Nana BM standard. The Landmark is actually reasonably priced when compared to the other luxury hotels, so I went for a large suite as well, so that I could throw a party in the room and have the girls walk up and down the living room space like a catwalk modeling their sexy fashions for me. Room per night was about USD $220. The extra expense was totally worth it as it became an instant panty dropper and a part of the experience I was seeking.

 

I also wanted to pay the ladies well. Even the ones not necessarily seeking money – i.e. the “amateurs” I wanted to pay to help support them a bit.

 

I always pre-negotiated the exact terms, duration, and how much. And now I am taking the policy of paying significantly above market. But what I am looking for is not market. I want total GFE Adventure and Connection (plus multiple blown loads) with sexy LBs, so being generous to experience a night to remember, and to make the girl feel appreciated after she put her heart into the night to morning, is the right thing to do. Although I don't fully comprehend the feeling, I think being generous and fun is a part of promoting Sanook: Fun, Connection, Deep Caring and Good Feelings. The concept of Sanook is one of the cultural facets that makes coming to Thailand such a delight, and I want to be a part of promoting that. And fees to the ladies during the entire duration of the trip may have cost me an extra US$600 or so overall, but in the grand scheme of things, it was totally worth it for getting exactly what I wanted. And $600 is what amounts to one or two rushed hours with a high end LA escort.  

 

Fourth Rule: Full spectrum of all of the Ladyboy Delights were to be experienced. I wanted to taste the youthful treats of Femboys, the innocence of Amateurs, the wild raucousness of Top shemales, and the sexy feminine charms of the totally passable Ladyboys.   

 

 

Fifth Rule: Be Safe. This area is the most critical. And sometimes, the least attended to, at least by me in the past. The danger, and perhaps the excitement of entering the Dark Side is the tremendous risk of infectious sexual disease. With non-paying GG’s, I tend to intermittently wear condoms. With pros, I always wear condoms. This time, I had to be extra cautious because of my current term relationship. So I bought the top quality, thinnest brand rubbers, made sure all toys were well washed and also covered in rubbers.

I also did something new by utilize prophylaxis during the trip by taking small doses of antibiotics during and for a few days after the trip to hopefully avoid catching something. Most of the BMs out there know what types to take – I went to the Dr. and got a prescription for Cefditoren and Zithromax pills which covers both Chlamydia and Gonorrhea.

 

 

I initially was going to also go entirely with CBJ both ways, but realized that the rule was simply not going to be realistic quickly into my first encounter – so I modified that rule with BBBJ on me by any of the ladies while for the Amateurs, I would give BBBJ and for the Pros, CBJ. I didn’t waiver, no matter how hot the experience got, or how fucked up we were.

 

 

I did my best to avoid having the Pros use saliva as lubricant on my ass, although it did happen once or twice. And I did engage in deep French kissing, with Amateurs and Pros alike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If any BM has advice on how to keep things safe, including what acts can be done, what cannot, and what precautions or post actions can be taken, I would really appreciate you to PM me with that. I have waded through the various threads on STDs and the competing opinions. I am seeking tips and tricks that are advanced and time tested. And what activities do you think are safe, like is getting a BBBJ relatively safe and how about giving? And what about rimming, giving and receiving? My main concern is not HIV, but all the other maladies lurking out there. Many Thanks.

 

 

 

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CHAPTER III

 

DAY I – THURSDAY – 20 YEAR OLD AMATEUR

 

 

There are many GG and LB amateurs out there simply looking for a boyfriend. They can be very pretty, and good hearted, which can be a welcome change from the jaded weather beaten nocturnal beasts that sometimes walk the streets of Sukhumvit. These girls can be found in a coffee shop, a library, a volley ball game, and most conveniently, on the internet. You have to dig, yet they are out there.

 

I connected with a number of them through a number of methods, and selected three. Bee, Sarah, and Nut (names are not real in this report to protect identities). Initially, I was going to go with Sarah and Nut, because Bee seemed way too innocent and still in midtransition to becoming a Ladyboy……..but decided to give her a chance about a week before my trip when she and I did some video call wanking together – video calls are a great feature of LINE. She demonstrated her desire to take risk and get down and dirty, so I scheduled her for Day I – Thursday. My flight was landing at 2pm. I scheduled her for 8pm at my Hotel.

 

Bee had sent me many pictures of her in various different fashion. She was an aspiring model and into makeup styling – two aspirations rarely found amongst Ladyboys (as a side note, one idea to get a lot of Ladyboy action would be to troll the modeling and makeup styling schools in Bangkok where classes likely consist of 50% Ladyboy). And Bee was a bit shy compared to the other Ladyboys I met online. Very sweet, with extremely sexy legs. I knew with all the pictures she sent me, she would enjoy giving me a personal modeling show in my Hotel room – and I would love that too….. so I brought some music, and had her bring a bunch of different sexy clothing to my room to model for me.

 

I have to confess, the thought of a 20 year old amateur Femboy parading in my room displaying her sexy clothing really turned me on, and it was with a lot of anticipation I was awaiting the show. A couple of hours prior to her arriving, she texted me – “How about stockings, do you like?” – I answered affirmative because they are amongst my favorite but realized, I have never asked any of my prior sex partners to wear them. I was super excited to meet her. 

 

When she showed up, I was very impressed. She was shy and a bit nervous, as I could feel by holding her hand. She wore the exact clothing I told her to wear – sexy white top and jean shorts that showed off her delicious legs. She had great posture, and was taller than I anticipated. And with beautiful hair, eyes and smile. She still looked somewhat “boyish” with her thin and tall body and some mild hair around her body. She didn’t shave at all, nor did she take hormones. Yet she was very feminine and was a Femboy well on her way to transitioning into a Ladyboy. She had just added a couple of bolt-ons last year, which I think were slightly too high placed and if were smaller and more subtle, would have looked more natural. The fact that she had a cock that works excited me. And with no hormones, she could get hard quickly and cum multiple times per day.

 

I sat her down and we talked first, and had a glass of wine. It was her first time tasting wine, as it’s not popular amongst Thais. Then I asked her to start her show. I set up the music and she excitedly went into my bedroom to change. The suite at the Landmark provided for a living room area where I could have fun, party and start the action with my guest(s), and slowly transition activities to the bedroom for more sexual action. And it provided for a changing area, and catwalk for my guests to strut their stuff.

With the music running, she came out first in a bikini with high heels. She walked around and I brought her over to sit on my knee to caress her for a while and tickle her under her chin.

 

Then she skipped back into the room and came out in lingerie and long black stockings. That was it for me. I immediately pounced. All her clothing removed except for the stockings. Her 5 inch penis was lightly colored and raging hard as I played with it. But we both knew what was on the menu for tonight. She wanted more than anything to suck my cock. And I wanted more than anything to oblige what she craved most. She kept staring at the bulge in my pants and I let her unleash the dragon. Bee claims that she only sucked two guys before, the last person being her boyfriend. With the absolute amazing quality of her cocksucking, which was slow and relaxed, I thought she was bullshitting me about sucking only two cocks before. She was perfect, with no teeth, and deep throating too with a lot of feeling and desire – just like it should be done. It was definitely a moment for us because the next morning, we both agreed that was the best time of the entire night.

 

 

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I then got her into bed and started stroking her cock – and reciprocated the sucking. She didn’t have enough experience to know to shave her ass, so like her legs, it was hairy in the crack part – which can be a turn-off for me. Yet, as I played with her tiny hole, it felt like a pussy. And I wanted to fuck her – but her ass was way too tight. She told me she had fucked her boyfriend but never got fucked before. Either she was pinching tight and that prevented me from fully penetrating or she was telling the truth because I was not able to fully get in without tearing her into pieces…. And I didn’t want to do that to this young girl. So I let her top me. Which was a unique and fun experience for me, but I wanted to do everything and experience everything. I loved the sight of looking back and seeing her with stockings on mounting me.   

 

 

She spent the night in the room and in the morning, she blew me again while playing with my ass. She loved the amount of cum she could extract from me. We spent a lot of time talking, which I liked. But her English was poor and a lot of times, she couldn’t understand me and I couldn’t understand her. I thought she was pleasant enough to take down for the Landmark breakfast buffet. No makeup, morning time, passable for all the tourists, probably not for many of the locals – yet cultured enough to have proper dining manners.  A lot of bar girls would not be suitable for such an environment.

 

She is a good girl with a good heart. I gave her some money (B 5,000) which I made her promise me she would use for school or travel, and nothing else. I think she will do it. And I want to see her again.
 

 

 

CHAPTER IV
 

DAY II – FRIDAY - FEMME FATALE – ALL PRO, ALL BAD

 

Friday was reserved for another Amateur I had lined up named Sarah, a very pretty masters university student who was really into exploring her sexuality. She sent me a bunch of nude photos of herself, which were sexy and was into the entire Daddy-Daughter role playing while sexting with me. I love that shit. What older man doesn’t? I was looking forward to meeting her, yet got a bit less interested when she told me she would be surgically removing her penis in the Spring. I wanted a Ladyboy – as I am not a big fan of post ops, because I prefer GGs to post ops, but I guess I still had some interest to nail Sarah before she got the clip. However, ultimately, she chickened out. She was probably the most open and aggressive on internet chat about what she wanted to do sexually, yet on the day we were suppose to meet, she wrote me that she was afraid and didn’t think she could go through with our liaison. And that’s the last I ever heard from her.

 

I normally would have tried to send a bunch of messages and called her to try to persuade her otherwise. But my attitude had changed. It was her loss. And I had a long list of girls who wanted to hook up.  

 

 

So I went down my remaining list of girls and realized that Sarah not showing up was for the better, because just like Bee, she was also a young Amateur and I already had the best experience with that type of girl just the night before and into the morning. I wanted more variety. So I picked the most hardcore girl on my final selection list. Cartoon. She wasn’t a good girl like Bee, she was a freelancing total Femme Fatale, covered with tats, with long sexy legs, supple breasts who drives a motorcycle (a real 650cc street bike, not a pussy 150 cc scooter).  

 

Cartoon was from the streets and had been hurt many times by dudes in the past. So she had some anger too. A couple of weeks earlier, when I told Cartoon over texting that I wanted her and 2 other LBs at the same time, she got really pissed off with me and told me to “Fuck Off” multiple times…. Saying that she hated to do with other LBs and that even a million dollars could not get her to do that. She was angry, and mean, yet I knew all she needed was a real man in her life. And that’s what I wanted to give her. So I relented and told her it would just be her and me.

 

I texted her Friday afternoon a couple of hours after Bee had left and told her I could see her that night if she was available. She had a customer in the afternoon and could not come till 8pm, which was a bit later than I wanted but she said she had to put on make up to look good. So I was ok with that. I told her I wanted to chat with her first at the café in the lobby of the Landmark, to see if we liked each other. I said if I liked her, we would go all night and into the morning so I advised her that she should make any other appointments because we would be going till sunrise. Actually, Cartoon was the Ladyboy I desired the most out of my entire set of 8 Ladyboys I pre-lined up on the internet because it has been a while since I had been with a really bad girl.

 

8pm arrived and she was late – a normal occurrence for all destinations at Sukhumvit. Then, all of a sudden, in walked a stunning big breasted vixen, in a ridiculously sexy dress, tattoos and a punkish hair cut………….the entire café noticed her entrance…..she was a bad ass, for sure. 

 

 

 

 

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[Picture 1: Cartoon – Femme Fatale]

 

 

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[Picture 2: Cartoon – Bad Girl]

 

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[The-Sith]

******************** RETURN OF THE SITH – BKK 2016  (continued - 8 )

 

 

Cartoon sashayed into the Landmark café up to my booth. She wore heavy eye make up, which looked great, and tons of red lipstick and caked on base. The punkish bob hair cut was stunning. Her massive right tit kept invitingly popping out of her dress.

She said she was 25 years old, which I never fact checked. I looked deep in her eyes, which made her shy and we made small talk, as I rubbed her legs under the table.

 

She was from Isaan, where most P4Ps are from. I like the folks from Isaan, plus their food. And their Ladyboys are top grade. What is in the water in that place? It must be all bottled in plastic and leaking tons of estrogen, producing some of the best LB crops in the world. Got to love those Chang Water recyclables with the peal-off plastic caps from the 1990s.  

 

I think normally she was intimidating to most men. She was definitely a hardened street LB, who has been fucked over by a number of Farang, and of course, she has fucked over many more in return. Our conversations over the internet revealed her underlying bitterness and hard independent demeanor. Which I think she typically carried on to her client sessions - yet I kept looking deeply in her eyes which put her on the defensive and made her self-conscious. Sort of like a “non-verbal Neg”, to take a page out of the PUA handbook. Unlike her other Johns, I was in total command tonight. She knew that. Her regular technique, I could tell, was to insult men, belittle them, and act tough, so she could get her way (and protect herself from being hurt) – like a hot bitch. There was none of that with me.

 

 

I asked Cartoon if she was into going to dance clubs. She didn’t really know too many because she said she only recently arrived in Bangkok after living in Pattaya for a number of years. She gave me some BS story about only having boyfriends in Pattaya who supported her and starting the P4P scene in BKK only over the past half year. I knew that Pattaya was known for its romance and long term stable relationships, so her story of not whoring in Pattaya made total sense to me.

 

Just as I accurately predicted, unlike Sarah, Bee or the others I had met online, Cartoon was definitely up for a night of all night and all morning sex, drugs, and EDM. So I called up some DJ friends I know in the city to score some molly.

We went up to my room and she went right to work, ripping off my pants, sucking my cock, and tonguing my ass. Very professional. I was a bit apprehensive about the safety of the rimming, but I like it a lot so I didn’t push her away. Her skin was soft, and I loved caressing her tattoo covered back and arms as she blew me. Then we went to the bedroom where all clothing was off. She had a 5+ inch curved cock, which she liked to use. 

 

She wanted to fuck me first... and I wanted to fuck her first.... so we rock-paper-scissored for it. She won.

 

She gave me a wicked blow BBBJ – licked my ass to get it ready, and banged me hard. I returned the favor – but with CBJ and no rimming, for a couple of hours of crazy sex. I have to say that with Cartoon, I was somewhat nervous about potential diseases, because she looked really hard core, so the sex was not as great as it could have been. With her looks, style, and attitude, she was probably polishing off 30 to 40 random blokes a month – not as many as the top closers on the Death Star who hit up to 60 per month, but for sure some serious statistics. I wasn’t relaxed enough to get into it as I was the night before with Bee – and perhaps having a 12 hour sex marathon with Bee the night before was a bit exhausting. I was thinking about the customer she had just before me…… was it only the one in the afternoon which she told me about, or did she sneak in an extra client in the evening too? Or was the extra time she needed really for making herself up? Damn, I had to put it out of my mind and just go with it. I was locked in and had to make the best of it. So I asked Cartoon when she first had sex – something I love to hear about because early experiences like that usually shape people – and anything that shapes a P4P LB has to be some serious shit. She told me at 14, she got fucked in the ass, by a friend of the family who simply over powered her, and came without even touching her dick, which really turned me on.  

 

Shortly after the sex, the molly arrived and we both dropped. She was nervous about it because she had never tried it before and had some discussions with her friends to get advice whether she should do it or not. But I really appreciate her courage in trusting me. She was nervous that I might dose her with something else, understandably so. Yet my cool vibe and a nice room at the Landmark I think helped a bit.

 

I had a session at the Nana Hotel with Lusi Mustang many many years ago, where our sex session was so much fun, she invited me out that night to party with her – we went to some local clubs (non-Farang) where we dropped molly together and partied with some of her friends till the clubs closed, and then into the morning at her apartment. It was a drug fueled orgy at her apartment, consisting of molly and later K, and one of the best experiences in my life. Crawling around the floor, fucking, snorting, dropping and popping. I still masturbate to this day thinking about that time. Every guy has one or two of those crazy times that get embedded into their sexual memory. Not sure if you have tried molly, it’s basically ecstasy without the speed. It massively amplifies your senses, and particularly your empathy. So you become very connected with the people who are with – and even fall in love.

 

I remember during the haze of the night, I crawled up to Lusi, who was laying on her couch totally rolling, and asked her “Lusi, do you think I am gay?” and she replied “No way!!!!!” threw her head back and laughed at what was obviously a silly question to her. She told me that she knew what was gay and what wasn’t and I definitely wasn’t. Which was encouraging, because loving LBs certainly engenders confusion on many men from Christian nations. The revealing aspect of my question is that molly is a truth serum. First, you can’t lie on it because you wear your heart on your sleeve, plus others connecting with you can totally pick up your feelings and even thoughts, so even if you wanted to be deceptive, people pick up vibes. Also, she could totally feel me and what I was and my energy. So eventhough we spent only one night together, she knew me – and I knew her. So she could give an accurate reading. Plus, if anyone knows the difference between gay and straight, it’s Lusi, because she knows firsthand the various complexions of these groups. Her answer was a resounding No!! Which is just food for thought for gents out there reading this, if you wanted an authoritative opinion… and this opinion was given under oath, with her arm locked into a lie detector machine.

 

Most of the people you try molly with, you will have a connection with them for a long time afterwards - for many years. But it’s not necessarily the best for strong wood and blowing loads. Yet after my experience with Lusi many years ago, I wanted to do it again with a bad ass jaded Ladyboy. It was cool and the ultimate Girl Friend Experience.

 

 

We were going to go to Onyx in RCA, but were recommended the MiXX by the taxi driver at the last minute. I gave Cartoon a very light dose – about half of what someone would normally take – because she was a newbie and I wanted her to ease into it. I took about 2.5X her amount. I could handle it. Initially, for the first 90 minutes, she couldn’t feel anything – and she suggested someone had sold us baking powder – but I knew these guys in Bangkok as friends, and know they are about quality. Plus I could feel it coming on.

 

As we got into the club, and the EDM music started kicking, so did the molly. Cartoon went crazy – she started shrieking because for the first time, she understood what all the hype was about. We picked our own area to dance and she kept thanking me for showing her such a great time – and kissing me all over my face and then reapplying her lipstick. Then kissing me again. She was the spectacle in the club – a freaked out Grace Jones going off. And me dancing beside her as her older boyfriend, with my face and neck covered with red blotches of lipstick.

 

She kept opening her rouge mouth as wide as possible, and flickering her pointed tongue – a true Femme Fatale. She looked like one of those dark medieval paintings representing the Anti Christ – a demonoide serpent, tongue darting in and out…….. yet with a tight black dress covering her killer hips, tits and cock. Moving back and forth, arms vogueing, hips shaking, and sometimes even stumbling and dropping – and then sneaking deep tongue French kisses with me between DJ mixes. She was looking more and more like a Thai Grace Jones. Meanwhile, my lips were blotched with red paint, and I was looking more and more like Ronald McDonald.

 

 

Cartoon wanted to start sucking back some margaritas – which were inconveniently served in easy spill martini glasses. Whatever didn’t go down our gullets, ended up on my arms. She had a blast. And so did I, but her craziness was not welcome by the security – and it didn’t help that someone in the club pointed out that she was a Ladyboy – which was very obvious to at least 75% of the patrons there. She got into a bit of a shouting match and I had to protect her on that one. The security threw her out because of her insane, unstable behavior. So we had to find another club – so she took me to Climax.

We partied there for a few hours – people were staring at my face – I thought because my pupils were dilated or something, and hadn’t realized at that point that my face looked like a Rorschach test in Rouge. Cartoon kept looking in the mirror by the dancefloor, applying more and more lipstick and base, which would be soon delivered to my face, neck and collar: The intoxicants brought out her deepest insecurities, and her deepest narcissism. While she was attending to herself, a lot of freelance GGs were hitting on me – but I kept true to my one girlfriend for the night, Cartoon. The GGs were somewhat perturbed that I would chose a totally crazy out of control LB, over a prim and proper them – if a freelancer at Climax can be considered prim and proper. I was dressed well and looked cool – with the obvious exception of the clown face.

 

There were also some more incidents where people were judging Cartoon – who was just having a good time – for being a Ladyboy. Some bearded hick dude came up and tried to make a joke by having her flex her muscles and comparing it to his own muscles for his other Idaho friends in the back of the club to laugh at, and I had to deal with him.

 

Through our connection on the molly, I really felt the struggle Ladyboys must have in life. I went up to the guy and told him what he was doing wasn’t cool. And that she was only having a good time and he didn’t need to hurt her like that. I guess I could have used some violence too, but I just wanted him to know that she is a human being and has feelings. He definitely got the message because the way I delivered it. And walked away I think a bit shocked that someone would defend what he saw as a circus freak. Cartoon thanked me again for protecting her.

 

I whispered in her ear, “Cartoon – you know what? I know that sometimes it is hard being a Ladyboy, because people judge you… they don’t understand your feelings……” and then I said

 

“You know what’s also sometimes difficult? ……………………………

Loving Ladyboys…… for the same reason.”

 

Cartoon broke down and I felt like she might cry, then she started kissing me even more and thanking me for being so nice to her, saying it was the best night of her life. The hard street girl, P4P, tatted up like a Mexican drug lord from shoulder to ankle, had felt kindness and connection from a total stranger – and melted.  

 

We met a group of Thai ladies and a German dude, and he asked me if Cartoon was my Wife – I said no, just my girlfriend. I asked him if he would ever fuck an LB – and he said “No Fucking Way! I totally despise them!!!!” I told him he didn’t know what he was missing…… they were awesome!

 

More tequila shots and margaritas were had by all. It’s always a waste to mix good molly with alcohol – it’s like mixing a fine wine with grape juice….. molly is a high…. And now it’s being mixed with the low grade buzz of alcohol. Yet drinking was her thing, and mine too. Cartoon reminded me that it was 3am now, and she started celebrating – because the deal I gave her back when we discussed the night at the Landmark café was that if I sent her home 3am or earlier, I would pay B6000 for the night. If she stayed till sunrise, I would pay B 10,000. Since she was a street jaded pro – she demanded B 3000 before we started the night, so now I owed her another B 7000. And I was also very happy she met her contractual milestones. We kept dancing and partying. And the Thai girls that we met that night kept coming over to dance with us too.

 

The girls were really nice to us and to Cartoon too – so around 4:30am we went for some food on Soi 11. The girls helped me remove some of the lipstick, and when Cartoon was away, they whispered to me “Do you know that You are with a Ladyboy?”…… I started freaking out. I pretended it was a shock for a while, before I let them know that actually I wanted to be with a Ladyboy.

Cartoon kept thanking me for showing her such a special night. I told her it was an American custom to Pay it Forward. That she should pay the favor forward to three other people, and should pay for all of our food for me and the other two Thai girls. She did that, which was a huge surprise – because that’s not how she was trained in life. About B 500. For some stupid naïve reason, I wanted this flower that had been trampled over so many times with other guys and tricks, to feel kindness from a stranger and start being kind to others too….. starting by buying the people with us our breakfast.

 

 

The molly had worn off and Cartoon was chilling out as it started getting light out so I suggested we go to her place and check out her bike. We got to her place and after she changed her clothing, decided to go for a ride. As I watched her change, I realized the shear enormity of her plump bosoms. Both of us were pretty straight by that point. She wore her helmet, and me without one. She has a 650cc Honda street bike that’s super cool. Again, we rocked-paper-scissored to see who would drive who - I won this time. I had ridden the streets of BKK many times on rented bikes during my early years, usually whizzing through insane traffic congestion, so it was fun scooting around the empty streets of the city. But actually, I loved it best when she was driving and me riding behind her………. Now it was me who almost started crying how great the experience was. Racing through the relatively empty streets of the City of Angels, as the daylight emerged, with a punkish, hardcore, tat-covered LB at the helm. Fucking cool. To experience a night like this required some cash, courage and connection. “Check” on all three. Total GFE.

 

 

We went back to the Landmark at around 8am and were so wiped, we crashed. We woke up around 2pm. She told me she thought the Thai girls were being so nice to us because they wanted to take me away from her. I told her she was wrong, because those girls (who were around 35 years of age), knew they had no chance with a guy like me and I was only into her. Again, it was her street mentality, distrusting every act of kindness from anyone. She also apologized for acting so crazy the night before and getting us kicked out of MiXx. We then had some more sex- this time, I put a collar around her neck, which she really liked. Crawling around the floor like a street dog. For some reason, she actually looked prettier minus the half kilo of mascara, base and rouge. More boyish, yet she looked way more natural and relaxed and I could actually see her real complexion and smile now.

But ultimately, I wanted to chill out. And as wise Charlie Sheen says, “You don’t pay a whore for sex, you pay her to leave” – and I was paying her very well – from 8pm to 4pm the next day.....B 10,000 in total. I handed seven crisp silver bills, in addition to the three I gave her the night before. Just as we bargained. And I gave her an extra B 500 for the meal she paid for everyone. I figured that an extra US$14 might help a bitter girl have even more faith in the goodness of people, it was worth it. When I gave her the extra B 500, she said that I was a “good guy”. Then she left. And I crashed hard. 

[The-Sith]

******************** RETURN OF THE SITH – BKK 2016  (continued - 9)

 

 

CHAPTER V

 

DAY III – SATURDAY – TWO SEXY FELINES

 

Friday evening was suppose to be a hump night to recharge the batteries. After five decades, including three decades in sales and many of them jumping on flights between ORD, LAX, SFO and the rest of the world, I was no longer a spring chicken and needed some rest. I decided I would maybe see some GoGo Dancers at Nana Plaza and just chill out. My cock had been thoroughly depleted, with a lot of skin loss, and I was exhausted from days of hitting it hard with international flights, heavy sex and drug use. I just wanted to drink some beer and relax with a chilled out stroll along the halls of the NEP.

 

But that plan lasted about 5 minutes in total.

 

The Death Star is the central force leading men to the Darkside. A Sith can easily deflect the multiple assaults of foxy GGs trying to lock in their tractor beams once you walk in, who progressively get taller and more masculine looking as you go closer to the back of the plaza. I was just pushing the GG and LB tauters out of the way like Darth Sidious shooting electric beams from his scrawny greyish-purple finger tips.

 

I was focused on my first choice - Obsessions  – it was on the first floor of the Death Star and I was too lazy to go upstairs (even though the Pakistani built escalator immediately to the right when you walk in seemed to be finally fixed). I walked in expecting to have a few cold brews and watch the talent and go home early for a full night of sleep, when suddenly, the sexiest feline came over to me. I was stunned, and fell in love. This sexy little kitten had a beautiful smile, fake slightly green eyes, soft curves, and baby fat on her body. WOW!!!!!! Mr. Sith Like!!!!!  

 

One rule of getting anything you want. Know what you want. And once you see it, pounce on it (my fellow BMs, “those who hesitate, masturbate”). The minute our eyes met, I gave her instructions to sit down beside me and immediately ordered her a ladydrink. It was cuddling at first start, and we started going at it like two 16 year olds at the local drive-in theater. Straight to Frenching, Feeling each other up. No hesitation.  

 

I looked around, and couldn’t believe the level of talent that Obsessions had. AMAZING!!!!!!!!! Every single girl I would give a rating of 7.5 or above, with many 9s – very very rare for a GoGoBar and certainly an LB GoGoBar. And I wasn’t even wearing beer goggles. It was easily the prettiest set of girls on the Death Star, GG or LB. All dancing in bikinis. I have to say that the level of talent today is far superior to what I knew on the Death Star a decade or more ago, and way better than those back water canteens on Mos Eisley like CheckIn or Thermae. I guess with the much larger fanbase, more Farang ATMs, much more competition, all the girls had to keep up-ing their game. A wig, lipstick, and rolled up socks stuffed into your shirt would no longer get you on the main stage (although I think it still works on some of those second rate lounges along Sukhumvit). All these girls had put serious work into their looks. Nip, cut, snip, injection, make up, and lots of practice. And speaking of Nip and Cuts, I loved the Japanese client influence that I was noticing at the club. The girls looking like Kogal Girls (the Japanese girls who have Blonde Hair, tanned skin and with bright makeup, especially below the eyes). I think the Japanese look is super sexy, and rarely get to see it back in the US with GGs. There was a nice mix of Japanese cuties, Californian bikini babes, and some Euro hotties.

 

 

She told me her name was Yum and she was from Isaan. She had a bit of Euro Hottie going on. I kept touching her soft brown hair and started French kissing with her and cuddled between toasts with our drinks.

 

She asked me if I had been to (True) Obsessions before…. I lied and told her it was my first time ever, and only my second trip to Thailand. I felt her soft well crafted boobies. And then, went down to feel her curvy ass, where I felt her cock tucked underneath her bikini bottom. I quickly pulled my had away and acted totally shocked – as if I didn’t know I was in a LB Bar. “Whoa!!!!!!” I yelled. I just looked at her stunned. She didn’t know what to do. I then asked if there were other girls here who also were Ladyboys – she assured me that ALL of them were LBs. I pointed to a few of the most feminine looking ones that are 100% passable, and she affirmed each as having a schlong.

 

I pretended to be flabbergasted and just stared with wide eyes trying to contemplate whether I should run or stay. She kept telling me “you will never know if you never try”. I showed some hesitation but kept saying “Wow, I can’t believe it!!!!” with a (fake) wonderous smile on my face of a virgin Padawan – covering the core of a dark Sith Lord.

 

Again, she said ““you will never know if you never try.” I bet that line worked on a lot of guys….. after all, so many tourists were trying so many new unpronounceable Thai dishes for the first time, foot massage for the first time, taking their shoes off before entering a dwelling for the first time, why not LB anus and cock for the first time?……. it seemed like a reasonable extension. I asked her if she would be gentle with me – she promised. I made her ‘pinky promise’, like we did back in elementary school. Then I asked her who her best friend was in the club (a trick that Mark of Eden Cub had taught me many years ago – get the girl you like best, and let her pick the second girl – it will always be more fun). So she pointed out her best friend who immediately came over, and she was equally as sexy and feline. Another Euro Hottie. I asked if she was also a Ladyboy and they both nodded. I gasped, with two hands on my cheeks, like that Edvard Munch’s painting The Scream, or those ridiculous movie posters from the original Home Alone series.  

 

 

They were both from Isaan and knew each other since the age of 14, as little Ladyboys (I guess femboys at that time). Probably being primed for the life of a farmboy back then, yet these two teens had other plans…… they had plans to grow up and become super sexy, beautiful, and fun. And approximately a decade later (they were both 25 years old now), they hit their mark. Farming the fields for dudes (walking ATMs) like me in an air conditioned setting was way better than the backbreaking rice gathering under the 100 F conditions of the farm fields in Isaan. Just like the hardship of the urban ghettos of Inglewood and the Bronx that molded some of America’s best musicians and sports stars, the farm fields of Isaan yielded some of Thailand’s sexiest LBs. Perfect in every detail. These two were totally connected and nodded in unison, and would answer questions with the same words, tempo, and same octave. Like those foxy Japanese twins on the second Austin Powers movie with the backpacks and daisy dukes.

I told them I couldn’t believe what was happening. I never knew LBs could be so lovely.

 

Eventhough I was playing the role of a newbie, that statement was true even for an experienced oldschool monger: these two were much more advanced and lovely than the talent I remember available in BKK a decade or two earlier, where even a hormone-injection-deprived-Chewbacca in a wig and old t-shirt might get to float around the stage asking for tips. Only top shelf quality tonight in Obsessions. The friend also said to me “You will never know if you never try.” It sounded like something the bar owner asked them to memorize and say to the uninitiated Padawans to lead them to the Darkside.  

 

 

I found out that the friend’s name was Aum – she had slightly more blondish hair, bigger boobs, bigger ass and a killer killer smile. Then I asked Yum how much, and she replied B 700 for bar fine and she would charge B 2000 for short time….. I think a bit lower than what she normally asks because she thought I was not a regular Ladyboy monger…. And had to induce me a bit with her price. I would guess that her first offer was typically B 3000 for her level of quality. I made them first promise to take it easy on me, and said we could go back to my room at the Landmark. Aum had to also “pinky promise.” I continued with the story of being a newbie “Only one problem,” I said, “my girlfriend is in the Hotel room now and I have to get rid of her…. So I need about 20 minutes to get her out.” Actually, I needed a 20 minute head start to go home, pop a Viagra and clean up the place so it didn’t look like it was devastated by Hurricane Anal Orgy with Cartoon earlier that day. This story of sneaking around on the girlfriend seemed to really excite the two felines. We exchanged LINE IDs and I ran off back to the Landmark. These chicks were super super hot. And I was gearing up for another night of madness.

 

 

 

 

The girls arrived quickly to the Landmark before I could get things ready, so I texted back to them that my Girlfriend was still in the room and they had to wait some more. Ladyboys love turning Padawans into Sith, and stealing men away from their girlfriends, so I figured this story would make it more exciting for them – which it did.

 

When I finally met them on the street, their dresses were BANGING. Aum wore a body hugging green dress and looked like an Italian movie star, and Yum wore a grey sexy top and tight black skirt and looked more LA. The Landmark, I have to say, is totally cool. Two pros, arm and arm with me, all of us with cocks, and not an ID was requested as we entered the elevator (not once was I accosted or interrupted during my entire trip by staff, who must know the requirement of discretion as older gentlemen like me escort ladies back to their rooms by the dozens, like a cake baking factory receiving its morning, afternoon and evening shipment of flour, powdered eggs and whatever other shit they put in there). I took them up to the room, sat them down and offered them some wine. I told them my Girlfriend was getting back at 2:30am so we only had about 3.5 hours. So we all started stripping and heading for the big bath tub……as the girls held my hand and led me down the path to the Darkside.   

 

These two were 100% passable, unless you saw the tiny Snuffleupagus between their white creamy thighs, which I did as they each bathed and lathered me. The huge bathtub for three was another advantage of the Landmark suite. Getting lathered and bathed by two beauties is another Asian standard that I think most of my uninitiated friends back home had never experienced – what a shame because I was doing that shit for decades like it ain’t no thang – it’s something every self-respecting man should experience regularly. When Yum got to washing my ass, she said some words to Aum in Thai. I had been fucked two nights in a row. So I guessed the Padawan gig was now up.

 

The girls and I had so much fun together – I was commanding them around what to do, and getting them to take turns sucking my cock while the other would tell me about her first sexual experience – which turns me on a lot – asking them the first time they fucked (each at lost virginity at 14) and the first time they sucked dick (one at 14 and the other at 10.......nice!!!!!). They told me about these stories as they took turns licking my Viagra raging pole, up and down, up and down, and swirling their tongues all around. It was so epic that I had to highfive Aum, while her best friend Yum sucked on my raging meat. What else can you do but highfive when you are scoring like that? 

 

 

I could tell that Yum was the more submissive of the two. So I said that Yum was going to be a kitty cat - and she jumped on the bed and started curling her hands, and meowing like one. “Meow, Meow, Meow!!!!!” I took out a leash and collar and put it around her neck. I got Aum to walk Yum around my hotel room like her pet, on all fours, and then bring her to me to suck my cock. Both of them loved it, and so did I. Yum was burying her face into my cock and pubes. I looked down and saw a Truffle Pig released in an Italian forest, snorting, sniffing balls and licking mushroom heads. I took Yum’s head and shoved it even deeper into my crotch. Many of us keep a lot of pent up energy in the groin area – and a leashed up, sexy LB, on all fours, pushing her face into my cock was just the trigger to release a lot of that pent up energy. Always much healthier to let it go, and not carry it around with you. “Suck that cock!” I commanded. “Yah, suck that cock!” commanded Aum.

 

Cock is the raison d’etre for all LBs. And hungry cock sucking is the realization of that raison d’etre. So you know the meat chugging was primo.

 

Again, it’s actually C&C that motivates LBs – Cock & Cash. Bullocks & Baht. Dick & Dollars. Peckers & Pounds. Schlong & Shekels. Flesh Flute’s & Fracs. Meat-cicles & Marks……. You get the picture. And both were available in copious amounts tonight. 

Then I asked the two girls which one really loved cock more. Yum pointed to Aum and Aum raised her hand “Me Me Me!” So the totally excellent blow job was just an appetizer for the real cock lover, Aum.

 

Yum said, “She is always talking about loving cock every day!!! Morning she talks about cock, afternoon she talks about cock! Always cock!” So I said to Aum – ‘ok you get fucked first!!!’ I told Yum to prepare Aum’s ass to get fucked. Which meant, we both took turns spanking Aum’s ass till it turned red.  

 

I used my open hand to slap Aum’s right ass cheek. Then I got Yum to start whipping Aum’s left ass cheek with the leash – which she did. Even though the slaps and whips were somewhat soft, we left some nice red welts on her ass – me reddening up her right cheek and the Yum slightly slicing Aum’s left cheek. Then, with her ass nice and sore, Aum opened up her ass cheeks to take my cock all the way in. I told Yum to get some more lube and prep my condom covered cock and her winking ass. I fucked Aum hard and she wanted it even harder. Yum cheered me on as I pummeled her best friend in the pooper. Aum had a nice plump round ass – like a Thai Kardashian. I loved fucking that kind of shit.  

 

Then I grabbed Yum by the hair and Aum by the hair and started controlling both of them as I rammed the shit out of Aum. I took both of them by the hair and started guiding them around on the bed, as if their hair was their leash…………. Swinging their head from side to side with a tug and pull of their natural hair leashes. They were going ballistic – total domination – totally loving getting man handled. Their hair flying all over the place. Their faces getting pushed into pillows. Shrieks, laughs and anal penetration.

After the fucking, I wanted to continue the tone of the night – total raucous fun – so I told Aum to slap Yum in the face. She did. In fun. And they both shrieked and laughed at the same time! Then I laid a slap to the other side of Yum’s face. Also in fun. All three of us laughed. The slaps got progressively harder. And Yum was loving it! Then I asked them to start slapping me. They each took turns slapping me in the face – left, right, left, right – with me embellishing the swings of my head taking their slaps - with everyone laughing with each whack. Then we moved to Aum – where I would lay on a slap, followed by Yum slapping the other cheek. Left, right, left, right!!!!! Nothing too hard to leave a mark, but enough to generate a lot of excitement and energy in the room. We went around in circles like this taking turns slapping each other. The two sexy felines were going crazy. “You are so much fun! Most guy just fuck us like factory. Just fuck and go. You like do many things and have fun.”

 

“You like this?”

 

“Yaahhhhhhhh!” they said in unison, In harmonic tones.

 

“Are you having a great time?”

 

“Yaahhhhhhhh!” they said like two little blonde Japanese twins.

 

They told me they liked it to be commanded and how it got them horny for me to keep talking and giving them orders during sex.

 

They liked when I slapped them around and also grabbed their hair during sex. They LOVED it all….. and so did I!!!!!!!!

And I told them how incredible it was to be with LBs. That I never experienced so much fun in bed. Better than my girlfriend, I said. They would always answer in harmony “Yeeessss” and “We Ladyboys are the best” and “Yaaaaaahh!!!!” Somehow remaining totally in sync with their laughter, shrieks and even answers to my questions and comments. They were like two sisters with the same menstrual cycle. And speaking and moving in harmony. What an absolute treat to experience! Two best friend teenagers from the country side of Isaan, groomed and trained for an entire decade to give excellent twin sister GFE. 

 

I was most into Yum – so I gave her a CBJ, while Aum blew me BBBJ. I came on Aums face and Yum’s stomach. I asked Yum if she could cum. She said yes if she used her hand. So I poured Aum and me each a glass of wine, and we both sat back in the bed sipping our Cabernet and watching this little kitten meow and stroke her dick. It was about 3.5 inches hard. A bit smaller than Aums, who was about 4 plus inches. Her ass was totally smooth and clean with the tightest ass hole – totally white ass and tiny tiny pink hole smaller than the camera lens on your IPhone 7. And both had baby fat around their bodies and their ass especially. Aum had extra sexy fat around the ass – which really turned me on. She told me it was from hormones and not surgery. These two girls were fucking incredible.

 

As we sipped our wine, Yum blew her load, which dribbled down the side of her cock onto her shaved groin area, and we gave her a round of applause.

 

It was around 1:30 am and I asked the girls if they wanted to go to a dance club – and they throw their hands in the air and screamed “YAAAAAAAAAH!!!” I love it when girls get all Kawaii and Genki (Japanese words meaning Cute and Sanook, approximately).

 

 

So we bathed and got into our clothing. I told them I would pay them each B 3000 for now and more later after we got home. I didn’t know whether to continue the fake story that my girlfriend was coming home – but thought it would be helpful to get the room clean – so I told them we had to clean up everything that made it look like any women had been there – including condoms, toys, bondage gear, wine glasses with lipstick. I also wore a white dress shirt and told them it as imperative that they not get lipstick on it. Cartoon from the night before had obliterated every piece of clothing I had by covering the collars with rouge lipstick. They both nodded in agreement.

 

We went to a club based on their suggestion – NarZ at RCA. It was fucking awesome. Great music and a cool crowd – a mix of mostly local, some Farang, some Singaporean and Japanese. It was a straight club – but I noticed a lot of lipstick lesbians at the club feeling each other up while dancing – it was super sexy – because the lesbians were all pretty good looking and some were incredible. The regular GGs were pretty hot too. The DJs played cool EDM and sound system was nice.

 

We ordered bottle service and started drinking and toasted. Redbull, Vodka, Cranberry. How can this combined with the molly + tequila from the night before, + cycle of two Thai-purchased-antibiotics I was taking this week be a good idea? Yet I thought, ‘you only live once’…… …..wait a minute??!!??!! Didn’t I use that YOLO shit, and perhaps even a bit of FOMO, to convince myself that a three day bender at the Fontainebleau in Miami last month was also a good idea? Note to self, ‘Be Kind to Liver’.

 

 

But you know what? that’s what sex, drugs and rock n roll are all about. You have to die a little. ‘La petite mort’, as the French call it. Sometimes you just have to die a little to live a lot.

 

As we danced and drank, the girls rubbed their asses into me and once in a while, we got back into the hair pulling and face slapping, right on the dance floor. There were two Japanese lesbians right beside us who surprisingly indicated their approval for me to take the two ladies by the hair and give them slaps. Big surprise, because Lesbians usually don’t like guys being dominant with females…. But Japanese can be a little more perverse, which I likey likey!

 

My 2 sexy felines were so fucking foxy that I had to take them up on stage and dance with them – I wanted to show them off to everyone. Unlike the night before, where just about everyone could tell I was with a Ladyboy, tonight, no one knew, except me - everytime I reached up their skirts while they were giving me a Thai Sandwich on the dance floor. Everytime I looked at them, or said something to them, I was greeted by a huge smile on their face. Most of the times it was natural, and sometimes it was professional. Yet it bursted a vibe of great positive energy and always made me feel good to see a gleaming smile on them - they really were doing a great job – extremely good service, totally well trained. I was very impressed with Yum and Aum’s standards of professionalism, and their positive vibes.

 

We left around 3am and went back to my place – I had to explain why my girlfriend wasn’t there. But we had a great time, and I paid them well by giving them another B 4000 (B 7000 each in total) - yet not as much as the Femme Fatal the night before. As they were leaving, they kissed me and one of them said – ‘no lipstick on your shirt’. Which gave me a hint the opposite was true. After they left, I looked at myself in the mirror and as I suspected, my white dress shirt had red lipstick on it. Damn those bitches!

So much for my Hump Night. My night reserved for rest and relaxation got interrupted with a lot of humping and bumping and grinding. Definitely the best night of the trip – even though the 20 year old femboy and the molly jacked tat queen were cool too!........................ Yet I still had one more night to go.

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[The-Sith]

******************** RETURN OF THE SITH – BKK 2016  (continued - 10)

 

 

 

CHAPTER VI

 

DAY IV – SUNDAY – 20 YEAR OLD AMATEUR REDUX

 

The fourth night, I was so tired, but I kind of missed the 20 year old amateur, so I texted her and told her to come over again. I had another 5 Ladyboys on my list to call, plus a gaggle of some of the best LBs in the globe down the street on the Death Star, but they were all mostly professionals and I wanted to limit my exposure to P4P. I didn’t need to worry that I was client Number 60 for the month and 4 for the day. And I could more deeply connect with the amateurs. Bee and I were really connecting from the first night and I wanted to have another evening with her. Not just sex, drugs and EDM, but I wanted some intimacy too.   

 

 

She came with a bunch of clothing to model for me again, bikini and high heels, jean shorts, and school uniform - but she had me at “school uniform”. It was a standard Thai university outfit with white top and black skirt, and official pins with crest and logos on them. The shirt was issued to her before she got the bolt-ons (which she got less than a year earlier). So her new breasts were too big for clothing she bought earlier – meaning her breasts were busting through the buttons. So damn sexy!!!!!!

 

I was afraid I would break her buttons off because I was so excited to open her shirt, so I let her do it. And she loved having her tits sucked. They were still a bit hard – unlike Cartoon the night before who was softer. Then, we went into Teacher-Student role playing. I love that action, just as much as Daddy-Daughter role playing. How many times did I whack off to this fantasy – disciplining a young Ladyboy or GG in a school uniform? School girl was an internet porn standard, at least on the Asian GG and LB sites. And I came to this fantasy at least 20 times per year, for the past decade. Now it was reality. Not a 29 year old porn star trying to fit into a fake plaid student uniform bought at a Halloween costume store. No amount of prop lollipops and fake text books can make those whores look like real students. Crows feet around the eyes, slight beer gut, and a fist-worn pussy or anus hole just didn’t fit the demographic of a student. This was a real student, a real uniform, worn by a 20 year old boygirl, with tits and a killer smile (I hope you have your hand on your dick as you read this because this is the epitome of living out one’s fantasies).

 

 

I whipped Bee over my knee, and started spanking her. “You only got a B- in my class – you bad girl” SMACK!!! “You are a naughty naughty girl!” WHACK!!!! “What will you do to get an A?” I asked. … “Wat you like, Daddy” she answered, with her legs struggling with every whack. Eventhough the capital letters in writing “SMACK” and “WHACK”, I was actually taking it easy with Bee….. nothing too hard with her because she was uninitiated. She was more tender. I replied “Your Teacher’s cock needs some attention”……..she got down on her knees and started sucking me. Again, slowly and purposefully. Very hot.

 

After about 3 minutes of excellent blowing, I arranged one of the sofa chairs to be in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors and watched her slowly blow me up and down. It was definitely one of the best blow job sessions I had in my life. She just kept sucking up and down like a little student. I loved watching her on her knees in a black student skirt. She knew exactly how I liked it. Except I had to guide her to play with my ass and also lick my balls. She just loved smoking the pole, and missed paying attention to other areas.

I told her she was so fucking good. She said in her sultry voice to me "I know how to suck you, because I know what I like, so I know how to make you feel good."

 

Touche!

 

 

She said ‘I can stroke your cock like this’ – and she performed a half assed style that I remember girls would do in highschool, or at a cheap rub n tug where the massage ladies are young or very jaded – where they just pull your dick hard and fast (yes, it’s painful) – yet she said she ‘knows that doesn’t feel good on her and she knows exactly how to make it feel good – like this’ – and then she started stroking my cock – EXACTLY like how I like it. The correct grip, speed and areas covered. She was the only Non-P4P for this trip so far. Yet the best sexual experience and the most loads blown amongst all of the girls thus far on the trip. Hence the Redux.

 

 

I started working her ass – tonight was the night to pop her cherry. I started working it with my fingers – then with a smaller anal dildo. I then got her to stand up and got on my knees looking up at her. She was in a skirt. With an erection jutting out of her skirt. I started licking her, under her skirt, which really got her hot. And licking her legs all the way up to her cock. That pose is so sexy to me – a hot girl with a school skirt and a boner jutting out from underneath it.

 

An authentic university uniform…………… A 20 year old cutie……………. And a boner sticking out from under the skirt. ………………….Most of us only get to see that on porn. After many years of fantasizing it, I got to actually experience it.

I then shoved two fingers up her ass and opened her up. I turned her around and started lubing her ass some more for a fucking. I was very gentle and went slowly in and she squealed every time my cock slid into her tight virgin hole. It took a long time – and not my thing, busting virgins. I didn’t even like it in highschool, as I expected GGs to have at least one or two other guys under their belt so I didn’t have to go through that entire ordeal. Yet the in and out was gaining some momentum now and I was in. I was digging her ass from different angles and from side to side, but always being gentle and slow. 

 

 

After that, it was her turn to top me. Which she did. This time, missionary position. We bonded. And after more dick sucking, she asked if we could watch porn, so I put some on – HDMI to notebook PC. We went through the different types we liked.

 

I first put on Ladyboy porn, which she wasn’t in to. It turns out that Femboys are totally into gay porn. I would have guessed straight or LB porn, but they don’t like to see women and they hate other Ladyboys. She didn’t like any of the straight and Ladyboy porn. She didn’t even like gay porn with effeminate guys. Only big muscle dudes, bears and tough guys circle jerking and pounding each others man holes.

 

After the gay porn, I took her through some Ladyboy compilations to show her the different type of Ladyboys – such as Femboys, Ladyboys, Amazonian Shemales, Trannies, etc… I explained to her that Femboys were early stages of transitioning to women…. That is, Ladyboys. They were usually flat chested and more straight and skinny in figure… yet would be developing or surgically planting breasts, and more importantly, developing curves and basically becoming women (but for the cock, and maybe one or two other signs that many people outside Thailand probably could not detect). She didn’t really understand the nuanced difference between a Femboy and a Ladyboy – because she believed she was full on Ladyboy. She was more like a Ladyboy on training wheels.  

 

She rested her head on my chest. She wanted a boyfriend. And she stayed the night until morning, for the second time this week. We talked a lot about things, and in between she blew me. All of our kisses were deep and long. I gripped her arms with my hands, and locked her legs with my legs, not allowing her to move. Manhandling her cantalopes. I was in control. Total control. Yet tender at the same time. Totally tender. My masculinity was making her melt in my arms like chocolate. I had told her while chatting on LINE weeks earlier that her being with me would help her transition into being a real woman – because she would feel feelings only a real woman can feel. It’s easy……just look at the cover of a half dozen Harlequin romance novels and play out those poses… it’s every female’s fantasy. And the experience we had that night let her feel feelings most GGs never get to feel. She got to feel like a real woman. I was more masculine than any guy she had in her past. And she was more feminine than many GGs I had in my past. Polarity produces energy. We were energizing each other.

 

She was sad I had to leave Thailand, but promised me that she would be a better girl (i.e. more feminine looking and acting) every time I saw her. She would get better every year. That was her mission and I love a dedication to excellence.

 

We smooched, and then she left. I actually found over the course of the night that I was developing feelings for Bee. She wanted a boyfriend. I told her that I couldn’t be that because I didn’t live in Bangkok and said that the best I could do was see her once in a while. Maybe once every two or three months at best if I had a sales trip to Singapore or something like that. Shortly after she left, I texted her letting her know I missed her. I was suppose to leave Bangkok that day.

 

I realized that I just had one of the best weeks of my life. I was so thankful that I could experience such hot Ladyboys and live my experience to the fullest, without excuses or softeners (all of the ladies were prime poon…. And I pushed my limits to the edge of my desires). Without putting up with shit or service or attitude from the girls that I didn’t like (each girl’s behavior was perfect, and that was because I was clear in my energy that I was running things). Without worrying about funds, and wasting mental space figuring out how to pay as little as possible. I paid as much as possible, and got as much as possible from each of the girls in return (and the 36 to 1 baht slide helped this average guy feel like a Vegas player). I also tasted an entire spectrum of Ladyboy styles. And explored sexually and emotionally intimacy with each one. In the back of my mind, I still had concerns with disease, but you just have to do your best to deal with it. The main thing is that I set out to get exactly what I wanted in Ladyboy action, and got it.

The only thing that I possibly could have wanted more was an orgy with 3 or 4 Ladyboys and me. With all of the LBs positioned doggy style in my suite, ready to take my cock. Thereafter, me riding one LB, and sucking off two others. That was the scenario I originally wanted to include Cartoon in for Saturday night, with 2 to 3 more additional P4P Ladyboys I met and qualified on line. One or two that are sexy and feminine and one or two that are Amazonian (still pretty) and with big cocks and love to top. I had each one of these as chat friends on LINE.

 

I was planning on having a foursome at my hotel and drop molly with all four of us at a dance club after the orgy. Yet that planned night was replaced with hooking up with Cartoon. And after multiple hot sessions in a row this week, I didn’t really have the appetite to do this anymore. And it would have to be all P4P, and I was really enjoying the Amateur action because it was more authentic GFE, and relaxed and safer from an STD perspective.

 

I had completed my trip fully satiated with Ladyboy Action! As Bush Jr once said “Mission Accomplished!!!!”

 

 

Yet there was still one more Amateur I hadn’t met up with yet. She was returning from a trip to Singapore and Malaysia with her friends on Monday. For me to see her, I would need to extend my trip by an extra day. I decided to change all other work related meetings, and extended my hotel room to see her. She would get into Bangkok by 2pm Monday and I could see her later that evening. And I changed my flight to Tuesday.