Day 1
Well, I do believe it is Tuesday, September 3. I arrived in Bangkok early yesterday evening. I bad time to arrive methinks. I flew with Etihad Airways which meant that I had to stop over at Abu Dhabi for 3 hours. I thought, what am I going to do for three hours but the time goes really quickly and if any of you guys are thinking of using Etihad, please be aware that it’s an airport designed for the future and has 67 gates, some of which are a 25-minute walk from the centre where all the shops and restaurants are.I just made it by the skin of my teeth with minute to spare. I paid £730 for my ticket but that’s because as usual I decide to go at the last minute and always get clobbered with high fares. Never mind.
Anyhow, sitting in the taxi on the way to the centre of Bangkok, all the usual feelings of excitement about being re-aquanted with my Asian friends of the escorts persuasion in Bangkok, common sense went out of the window and instead of settling myself into my hotel, I went straight to my favourite bars and got totally blathered and made all sorts of promises to see girls the following night.
Well, here I am on the aforementioned following night. I slept until 5pm and have just been out to get something to eat. It’s now 8:30pm as I write this and I think that I will just go and see one of my favourite native Asian escorts for a quickie and spend the rest of the evening unpacking and getting my life back together before I start to really go for it tomorrow. I don’t know if it’s my age but do bare in mind that 16-hour flights do take it out of you a more than you realise. I feel quite ashamed as I have let down a few of my Bangkok escorts friends tonight by just not showing up to se them. I will be a good boy from now on and show them a little more respect. Promise!!!
The evening turned out quite well as I went bar-hopping to evaluate the latest talent. A few of the old favourites were still plying their trade but as it’s been over a year since I was last here most of the bars have a whopping collect of new young Asian escorts beauties which definitely had me salavating. I had my doubts about the age of some of the girls dancing on the stages of the Go-Go bars but I assume that they have had their ID’s checked out and are old enough to be doing what they are doing. Do bare in mind that these young, nubile, perfectly-proportioned, gorgeously pretty young girls are generally quite shy when you get them back to your hotel for some fun. If this turns out to be the case, don’t be too disappointed. You will have had the pleasure of seeing their heavenly young physics as nature intended and you will of course get at least a mish experience and hopefully a bit more.
As I have mentioned before, all the girls have a number pinned to their skimpy attire, so if you see one that particularly catches your eye but you are not, for whatever reason in a position to barfine them at the time, try to remember their number so the next time you enter their establishment of employ, you won’t spend half an hour trying to recognise your afore-chosen young Asian lady. You never know, she may appear on the Escorts scene in London where you will have to pay ten times the amount for the pleasure of her company.
In the end, I must admit I settled for one of my old favourites who for the price of £40 I had 3 hours of fun back at my hotel. More tired now than I think I have ever been in my life so will have to collapse and hopefully not wake up too late tomorrow and waste the day as is my want when I usually arrive in Bangkok escorts heaven for the first few days.
In a few days time, I am off to pastures new as I visit the island of Phuket for the first time. Signing off now to go and do what I came here to do. 
Day 2
Well, it’s getting better. I actually woke up at 2pm today so have more time for some fun. I have done all my shopping for supplies, tea, milk, toiletries etc, so can now concentrate on getting down to business. Go-Go bars brace yourselves. I am on the way!!!
I started off with going to one of the larger bars where there would be a good selection of girls on display. I had in mind that I would like quite a young girl tonight, by that I mean of course in her early twenties. I wanted one who was extremely thin with long gangly legs. Don’t ask me why, that’s just how my mood was at that given time. It didn’t take long to find the perfect girl in the Rainbow bar in Nana Entertainment Complex. She was absolutely gorgeous and I thought that I may just be out of her range, age-wise, but I thought I would give it a try anyway. I asked one of the staff girls to ask number 34 if she would like to sit and have a drink with me. The girl quickly checked me out and I got the nod and 3 minutes later she was sat next to me in her skimpy little skirt and bra and panties. She sat so that I could have a good view of her panties and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Having got thus far did not mean that she would agree to come back to my hotel with me although I have never been refused yet but there will surely come a day when I am just that bit too old and I will be given the thumbs down. Sometimes the girls will just get their drink from you and have a quick chat and then get back to the dance floor. With her little white panties at the tops of her gorgeous, thin little legs well on show when the drinks arrived, there was an almighty stirring in my loins which she picked up on and lo and behold she started fondling my nether regions!!!! I was losing control of myself and just blurted out ‘would you like to come back to my hotel with me?’ F**k me, I hadn’t even asked her her name!!!! Thankfully this young nubile Asian escorts beauty he likes of I had never even seen in London acquiesced and off we went to my room. I had taken my Viagra an hour before and it was working it’s wonders too well and I had to pull my T-shirt as far down as possible to conceal you know what as we trotted off to my hotel. For a girl so young (20, as her ID card revealed) she was quite chatty and confident. This was going to well to be true!!!! Upon arrival in my hotel room she went straight into the shower and when she cam out she did not even have her towel around her which I can assure you is an absolute first in all of my punting experiences in Thailand. And guess what else?!!! She had a fully untrained bush!!! My God, this was just too much!!!! I quickly hopped into the shower and when I cam back she was sat there resting against the head-board of the bed with her legs wide apart revealing all, casually changing channels on the TV with the remote control.
Will my heart be able to stand this excitement?!!!
I asked her if she would like a drink and she said no thanks and just took my towel off and beckoned my head between her legs. Bloody hell, she was already wet with the juices flowing freely. I had the heavenly experience of tasting her for about five minutes and then she pulled me on top of her and tried to get my cock in her pussy without a condom. After about three mind-blowing strokes, common sense got the better of my and I slipped on a condom, turned her over and finished doggy-style. I am not making this up my fellow punters. I had just had one of my best escorts experiences ever, in Thailand or London. Now this is what keeps me coming back for more of these Asian lovelies. I think I may have peaked too soon as surely it can’t get any better than this. She even let me keep her panties as a souvenir!! Yes, you are correct in thinking, I am beginning to be a dirty old man.
I walked her back to her bar and then went to another bar where my sweet little staff girl works to calm myself down a bit. Funnily enough, something then happened which re-enforces what I have mentioned in previous missives. A skinny, creepy looking guy with no smile on his face just walked into the bar and started to stroke the leg of one of the girls dancing on the stage. This of course took the young lady by surprise and she flinched away from him. He then swore at her calling her a f*****g whore and turned around and left the bar. Although it is very easy to get laid here in the Thailand capital of Bangkok, you still have to behave like a gentleman and all things good will come to you. This little incident proved my point.
The day ended up with a bit more bar cruising and I was witness too a couple of incidents which you don’see much of in Bangkok.I’m sure it does occur on a regular basis but this is the first time I have borne witness to such events. A guy was sat at the outside perimeter of a barand he looked well pissed. No crime in that. He then mumbled to the girl behind the bar that he wanted one more beer. As she went to get it he gently sloped away down the busy street into the mingling crowd, never to be seen again. He looked a bit like an ex-pat who’d seen better days and was a bit of a ne’er do well type. I think if he carries on his capers he will run out of bars soon
and get rumbled and locked up for the night and his face put up in all the local bars to put a stop to his shenanigins.
Secondly, I saw a couple of pick-pockets try to relieve a chap of his wallet but he was a bit too quick-witted. One of the naughty chaps legged itbut the second who was a tiny little bloke, was not so lucky and the intended victim dragged him to a police cabin at the end of the street.
Just because I could, I decided to have one more punt before the night was done. I took my little staff girl back to my hotel and we both promptly fell asleep.
Tomorrow I’m off to Phuket where I have never been before. Let’s see how that goes . . .
Day 5.
As we flew into the holiday island of Phuket, all I could see was mist-covered aforrested mountain tops and it was peeing down with rain. I got a cab from the airport to find a hotel near wear I was reliably informed was the storm centre of all things Asian Go Go bars and geographically the furthest I had ever ventured from by beloved London escorts scene. The cab driver dropped me off at a hotel and by this time it was monsoon-like rain and the whole place looked like a summers day on Blackpool sea front. My feel-good factor which is normally ever-present in Oriental escorts land was ebbing away fast. The hotel was cheap and not cheerful. I think it resembled a prison that had been turned into a hotel. The rain was too heavy to scout around for a better hotel so I thought I might as well check-in for one night and wait for the rain to cease sufficiently to venture out in search of the girlie hot spots.
Well, on walking around, I have never been so disappointed with the first impressions of anywhere in Thailand. My God, what a shit hole!!! I’d alwaays been under the impression that Phuket was quite an up-market kind of place. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am now sat in my hotel room which has a faint smell of urine about it and not an ashtray in site thinking I’ve got to get the f**k out of this place, ASAP. It’s all rather depressing really as I had had high hopes for this place. On my meanderings around, there doesn’t seem like there is any particular area designated to Go-Go bars!!! I will venture out tonight and see if has gotten any livelier. If not, I am straight back on a plane to Bangkok tomorrow!!! There is even a notice on the hotel room wall suggesting that we only have our bed linen changed every other day to help with the emission of detergents into the environment. Do they not realise it is my avid intention to cover the afore-mentioned linen with all sorts of nature stains every night?!!! That sounds a bit yuk but you get my drift. Let’s see how it goes tonight. I might be continuing my diary from Bangkok tomorrow . .
Day 6
Well, I am still here in Phuket. At least it didn’t rain today, or at least I think it didn’t as I didn’t surface until 5pm. With that statement you may glean that I did actually find something to do last night, despite my previous fears that I had arrived in a ghost town. I think I am a bit impetuous and should have given it a few more hours before being so judgemental. I ventured out and after asking a few Westerners where all the action was, I was directed to Bangla Road. This, my friends is where all the action is, although it is very short on Go Go bars but teeming with bars that just have a collection of girls dressed in uniforms beckoning you in for a drink. I still think it’s a bit too early to judge Phuket in relation to other places in Thailand and indeed the escorts scene back home within the London Asian community.
Just off the Bangla Road there are many side streets that are absolutely deserted. All the bars and clubs are closed giving it quite an eerie atmosphere. Whether this is down to the fact that it is just out of season or is due mainly to the world’s financial situation, I am not too sure, but to be fair, the Bangla Road provided enough action to warrent a few more days. The hotel in which I am staying is the kind of place that ten yearsago would have been the height of luxury and the perfect place to stay while in pursuit of native Asian escorts. It is a bit run down now but just about bearable. I usually judge a hotel by how comfortable I would feel using the bathroom. It’s just about ok with the plug holes not rusted or blocked in any way so am getting used to it. It didn’t seem to bother the young escort lady that spent the night with me. This
morning she spent so long in there that I had to ask her to vacate the shower as I was touching cloth with no alternative facilities available. She did see the funny side though, bless her. Mind you, I have been to many of the rooms that these girls rent to live in and most of them you wouldn’t keep your pet dog in so maybe it was luxury to what she was used to. Really shouldn’t complain too much. It’s only £20 per night and right in the heart of all the action.
The night’s action . . .
Anyhows, back to the beginning of last night. I had a few beers in a few different bars and in each one was accosted by the usual Thailand escorts bar girl asking the same old boring questions but I put up with it and bought them a drink for their efforts. I was just about to call it a day, when in my peripheral vision I espied a Go Go bar on the opposite side of the road on the second floor with some rather tasty young escorts strutting their stuff. Oh well I thought, may as well check it out if just to compare it to the bars in Bangkok. I sat myself down and there was one girl dancing in her little white skirt which was more like a belt revealing her sexy little panties.
You may have heard me mention in the past that I have a penchant for goofy girls. I don’t mean goofy in the normal sense of this dental discription. What I mean is that their complete set of top teeth are splayed at an angle of about 45 degrees which I personally think is quite a turn on imagining how well-versed they would be in the art of giving BJ’s. I suppose this is what many westrenised girls would look likeif not given braces to wear as youngsters. Forgetting about the teeth though, she really was quite a beautiful girl with lovely bronzed skin and a smashing figure.
She was obviously going to be the ultimate target of my intentions should I decide to have an escorts romp back at my hotel. Then the usual thing happened and I was accosted by the one fat, cheerful staff girls that every establishment seems to have. She really was very friendly and spoke good English. She then intrduced me too her side-kick friend who was vey slim and had a lovely little bum so I think it was at this point that I felt a party coming on (at my expense of course!!!) I was sat there like a king with his hareem and all the girls, staff and dancing escorts inclided, kissing and cuddling me and dragging my hand down to their nether regions for a nice grope about. As usual, my Viagra was in full effect by this time and I was quite excited to say the least. The only thing that was missing was the gorgeous girl on the dance stage. I kept making eye contact with her and she smiled back but did not make any attempt to join in my own private little party. I then asked my chubby little friend if she would aske her to join us at my table. Her face imediately dropped and I later found out that what is so usually the case, the lovely dancing Thai escort on the stage was not very popular with all her mates. Just a jealousy thing I suppose. She came and sat next to me and she was f*****g fantastic with skin as smooth as silk. If this girl ever decided to come to London and joinnthe London Asian Escorts community she would be an unmitigated success story. I asked her if she would like to come back to my hotel and she agreed. There is always that little bit of doubt in my mind, that as I get older, eventually I will be refused. However, when I look around there are some seriously old fat ugly sods who persist in coming to Thailand to get laid and most of them seem to manage it so I think my longevity is assured.
Punch-up!!!
What followed next was I have to readilly admit my fault in behaving not as gentlemanly as I often preach you should always do in Thailand escorts land. I don’t think I was too bad but I committed one grope to many on the wrong bum and a fracas ensued. You may remember the slim staff girl I mentioned before who was the side-kick of the chubby one. I could not keep my hands off her pert little bum even though I had bar-fined the lady of my choice. It was all done in a fun kind of way but one girl there who had an obvious allegiance with the girl I was taking home for the night,slapped the slim girl acroos the chops!!! If anyone should have received a slap it was me!!! A scuffle then broke out involving four of the girls but the manager stepped in and all was peace in the world once more. I had spent about £60 on drinks in the bar but even so, I should know the boundaries and not have acted the way I did.
My young escort lady of the night and I then left and went back to my room. At this point I wondered what sort of escort services and the quality of said services. Well, I was not to be disappointed. Started of with loads of really wet oral and I think she was actually enjoying herself. The one sure way to tell that she is genuinely turned on is to feel her pussy at the beginning when it will obviously be dry.Then, when you are sure that she has not had the chance to lubricate herself when things are in full-swing, feel the pussy again. I know all you punters know all this but it gives you great delight when you are an older guy such as myself when aforementioned pussy is gushing it’s juices and you know you yourself had played some small part in this state of pussy wetness. She was gushing!!! Wow, this really spurred me on and even though I had finished she was determined that she was going to achieve completion herself. Chaps, this was absolute heaven with such a fantastic looking girl who snogged with tongue all the way through. Thank God for Viagra that enabled me to help her finish.
So, that was what happened last night. I know that if I go back to the same bar tonight I think I will have to apologise to all and sundry and keep a lower profile. And to think, I was going to get on a plane and go staright back to Bangkok!!! I think I may now stay a few more days but try to be a good boy and not lose control however pissed. Total cost for last night was about £110 including what I gave my young lady who provide the greatest of escort services. She only wanted £50 for the night but I gave her £60 because I’m a generous old sod!!! . . .
Day 7
Damn . . . I have been hit by quite a severe tummy bug which has proved to be quite debilitating. Not just the normal diarrhoea but quite a lot of pain as well. This being my eleventh visit to Thailand, I have of course had the usual tummy upsets before but nothing as bad as this. I can eat something and in no more than 20 minutes it’s waiting to exit at the end of my internal food cycle. I don’t know why, but Phuket has just not done it for me. There’s nothing wrong with Phuket and I would strongly advise visiting but I would come in season when I’m sure there’s a lot more going on. I have managed to collect my laundry, change my ticket to return to Bangkok tomorrow, change some money and arrange my taxi to the airport all within 20 minutes distance of my hotel bathroom. A quite night in tonight I think is the best idea as I have been hammering my body quite a lot over the the last week. I think it’s nature’s way of telling me to slow down a bit and lay off the booze and the girls for
at least 24 hours. I did espy two phenomonally beautiful girls last night but I think they will have to wait. Maybe . . .
Well, I did venture out tonight as my Bangkok Belly seemed to have settled down sufficiently to risk leaving my hotel for a prolonged period. I am becoming more and more dissatisfied with this hotel. I know it’s only £22 a night but it is really grubby and no matter how many times I asked for my room to be made-up, the requests fell on deaf ears. The staff are quite unfriendly and this has reinforced my decision to head back to Bangkok tomorrow. The name of the hotel is The Aloha Villas and even though it’s only a few minutes walk from all the action, do yourself a favour and don’t be a cheap Charley like me. Spend another tenner a night to stay somewhere half decent. I always maintain that when you are on holiday it’s of the utmost importance that your hotel has a ‘feel good’ factor and not one where you are afraid to step bare-foot into the shower in case yo might catch something. Talking of which, I have experienced this feeling when about to have a shower when visiting the apartment of an Asian escorts girl in London. A bit off-putting. Just a small tip: when booking internal flights in Thailand, don’t be tempted to book the lowest ‘websaver’ fare especially if you are headed to somewhere new and not sure how you will like it. It only cost me £4 to change my ticket as opposed to paying £60 to retreat back to Bangkok escorts heaven two days early.
Last night in Phuket
On the whole, you have to say that Phuket has got an awful lot going for it. The dynamics of the bars with regards bar-fining girls is a bit different and some bars you just can’t, But the Bangla Road is packed with plenty of clubs, pubs and Go-Go bars and enough to keep even the most seasoned of us punters happy for a week or two. It just didn’t really happen for me. I ended up taking the same girl back home with me tonight. She absolutely wore me out and couldn’t get enough. In the ebd I had to point out to her that I am 57-years-old and after going at it for two hours and the time being 4am, I really did have to cease activities. She was a real luvvy and we just had a nice cuddle and fell asleep in eachother’s arms . . . Ahhhh. I think I was lucky enough to experience one of Phuket’s best escorts.
Day 8
I managed to get to the airport this morning and get my flight back to Bangkok. We had to circle over Suvarnabhumi Airport for half an hour as there was only one runway in use. Tuning into BBC World news later this evening I saw that a Thai Airways jet had landed and it’s landing gear had collapsed only hours earlier and skidded off the runway. And it was one of their new planes!!! Anyway, After an absolute nightmare taxi ride which took 2 hours instead of the normal 40 minutes because of traffic, I am now safely ensconced back in my hotel where I must have stayed well over 200 nights in the past. What a lovely feeling it is to be back. I even have the same room as before which is in the newer block of the hotel. It feels like I have come home!!! If you do ever come to Bangkok, I can strongly recommend that you stay at the Dynasty Inn Hotel on Soi 4 just off the Sukhamvit Road. At £30 a night, it’s a real bargain.
So, that just leaves me to decide what to do tonight. Hmmmm . . . I wonder what Asian delights await me tonight? I still have this hankering for really thin escorts with nice thin but shapely legs. Well, the only thing to do is to stop writing and get out amongst all the action where I’m sure the young lady I am looking for is sure to be found among the hundreds on display. See you all later . . .
Day 8 . . . Familiarity breeds contempt.
Well, they do say that familiarity breeds contempt. And here is a case that fits this well-known proverb. As I mentioned yesterday, I was going to spend the evening bar-hopping for the rest of my stay in Bangkok. The idea was to visit all new bars and make some fresh acquantances. This I did last night and I had a great time and met some spectacular girls which really took my fancy. I have made a list of the girls number, the establishment in which she works and the hit list was complete.I was feeling a bit knackered after travelling from Phuket yesterday so decided to spend the night with my little staff girl regular. This was a big error. I should have just gone back to my hotel and had a good kip to re-charge my batteries for the the coming days.
I arrived at her bar and she was very pleased to see that I had cut short my stay in Phuket and have more time in Bangkok before I go make to London and my beloved Asian escorts scene although that does seem a far cry from what I am experiencing at the moment. Both good, but here in Bangkok, a lot more exciting and cheap!!! After about 5 minutes my memory banks were jogged into realising why I had decided to spend the rest of my time here experiencing new haunts and different Thai escorts. First there came the usual request to buy lady drinks for 5 of her mates and of corse the lady manager of the bar. This all gives my girl high standing in the social hierarchy of her life in her bar. I did tell her several times that I was really tired and just wanted to go back to my hotel for a bit of the usual. In fairness, her English is not good but she understood perfectly well what I meant. As I was tired, I became a bit irratable when she asked me to buy more drinks for her mates and I repeated, that I was too tired and wanted to go home so just bought her a tequilla and thought that that would be it. Then her lady bar manager came over to me and told me that she had arranged for my staff girl to get a passport so she could come and visit me in England. What the f**k!!!!!! I do realise that there is a language barrier and that things do sometimes get lost in tramslation, but at no time had I ever mentioned anything about taking her to England with me. This really began to piss me off. I had given her loads of dosh paying well over the odds for her companionship and up until now I thought we had been having a great time together, not planning a new life together back in London where I think she has the notion of becoming one of the escorts community there.
Then things got a lot worse. Apparently she had had a bit of a fight with one of her mates in the bar the night before. Usual stuff I presume where one girl accses another of muscling in and nicking her customer. Anyway, a heated debate ensued outside the bar with the bar manager lady acting as referee. By this time I was so hacked-off that I said to her I am going without her. She got the message and we trundled off back to my hotel. Or so I thought. She said she was hungry and wanted to buy some food from one of the street sellers so I so ok. She chose to buy a crab dish which was phenomanally expensive by usual standards and then the last straw was that she wanted to go back to her bar to share it with her manager to further her standing in her bar social circle. I said ok, but I would go back to my hotel room and wait for her. She said she would be 30 minutes. An hour and a half later when I was fast asleep, she, her manager and another girl knocked at my room. It felt a bit like she had organised a posse in case I would not accommodate her for the night.
She came in and went straight to sleep. I was seething. However, I do take 100% responsibility for this situation as I had stayed too long with the same girl and was probably sending her mixed messages about my intentions. At about 11am she awoke and asked for some money for a taxi home which I duly obliged. Now, I had paid the bar fine as is the norm for her to come with me. I did not though, give her the normal 3000 baht (about £60) for her overnight fee. I now really don’t want to spend anymore time with her but I have a feeling that I will somehow be tracked down tonight and problems will arise. Although the Nana Entertainment Complex is a busy place, if you are a ‘wanted’ man, there are eyes everywhere and she will for sure see me taking a new girl home tonight. Oh well, all part of the fun and games I suppose . . . I will let you know how this pans out.
Well, it all panned out very well as it happened. I wasn’t tracked down like a wanted criminal by my staff girl. Nana Plaza Entertainment Complex like I have mentioned before has only one entrance. When inside, you are surrounded on three sides, each being three tiers high. My staff girl’s bar is on the left-hand-side on the second tier and from outside her bar you have a pretty good 360 degree view of all that’s going on in every part of Nana. It wasn’t my intention to hide from her but if I made eye-contact with her, I would have had to acknowledged her and go to see her. This is where it gets a bit sad because she really is a lovely girl and has done nothing wrong apart from being a bit over-zealous in pursuing me as her life-partner, egged on bar her lady bar manager. I did see her sitting forlornly outside of her bar obviously waiting for me to show up. I’m positive that she or one of her mates must have seen me wandering from bar to bar but fair play to her, she left me alone to get on with my evening. Thank heavens that the escorts scene in London and the Asian community there isn’t as complex as it is here. There, it is much more impersonal and professional whereby if two girls are living in the same flat, you can see one of them one night and the next night be welcomed in by the same girl to visit her mate on the next night. A totally different dynamic to the Bangkok Asian escorts playground. Ah well, it would be a pretty boring world if all escorting situations were the same worldwide. I will go to see my little staff girl tonight and try to explain to her what the situation really is.
Back to my bar wanderings last night. I walked into Rainbow 1 (there are three in Nana) and immediately spotted what I was looking for. A young, spindly-legged girl, quite busty and very pretty. I sat down and ordered a beer and was then confronted with another young lady that I had enjoyed the services of on many previous occasions. Bollocks!!! This I could have done without. Yes, she is a lovely girl but I had my mind set on other things. I bought her a drink and explained pleasantries with her and I think that she was pretty sure we were going to hook up for a session. This is where I can give you a very use ful tip on how to get out of situations like this should you ever find yourself in the same awkward situation and want to get out of it with your integrity intact. The secret word is: ‘Programme’ For some reason, this word has come to mean something amongst Bankok escorts. If you tell them that you already have a programme for the evening, they will interpret this as not being given the cold shoulder, but that you have made arrangements to see another girl later that evening and that you are just passing time waiting to meet her. This all worked ok but I did miss the chance to barfine the lovely young lady who haad caught my attention on the stage. I am still waiting for my first re-buff but this did not turn out to be the occasion to test this. Never mind, there are another 30 or so bars in Nana so onwards I went.
Second level
I then moved up to the second tier of Nana and entered a bar there. As if by magic, the perfect girl was dancing quite slowly and without much enthusiasm on the stage with about only four other girls. She was a hum-dinger of a girl and I desperately wanted her to be my escorts experience for the night. Now. I tried to make eye-contact with her and glean a smile from her. If you get a smile then you are pretty much home and dry. The much needed smile was not forthcoming. I did not want to start grinning at her like some demented old fool so I casually glanced around at the other girls as if it were of no importance to me whatsoever if the dream girl smiled back at me or not. This went on for about 20 minutes and she refused point blank to smile back at me. I thought, oh well, I have finally met my match and this young Bangkok escort was a bit out of my league. I thought that maybe she was just hanging on to see if she could get a slightly more young and handsome customer to whisk her away into the night. Bollocks I thought. I am just going to move outside of my comfort zone and ask one of the staff to get number 44 to come down off the stage and have a drink with me. Well that seemed to do the trick. When the staff girl asked my beautiful young gangly-legged girl dancing without much enthusiasm on the stage to come and have a drink with me, she seemed to snap out of her reverie and was all smiles and friendliness as she sat beside me. I think that this just goes to show how mind-numbingly boring it must be to dance on the stage all night just staring at reflections of yourself. She probably hadn’t even noticed my smile or just thought I was a chancer and was smiled at all the time. So out of the window goes my theory that if you get a smile you are good to go!!
Age importance!!!
You really have to be careful about the ages of some of these young Asian beauties plying thier trade as escorts in Bangkok. This particular girl looked very young indeed. She was very pretty but was covered with what I assumed to be teenage spots. On checking her ID, she was 22 and had been working as a Go-Go/escorts girl for three years. Who was I to disagree. She was jaw-droppingly beautiful and quite chatty and friendly towards yours truely. Then came the pointI was dreading. Would she or would she not agree to come back to my hotel with me for some hank-panky. Thank my Lord Buddha she said YES!!!! Well, you can guess what ensued from this point onwards but I will tell you anyway. We made the short walk to my hotel and I think we were both still feeling a bit awkward as it is quite strange to meet someone and know that within half an hour you will be exploring eachothers intimate parts. Oh my God she was lovely!!! When we got to my room I gave her a drink from my mini bar and then turned on BBC World News on the TV. She seemed very intelligent and had views on all the current topics of the day, Syria conflict, Myanmar terrorist Buddhist monks etc and the situation became very relaxed. I then said to her would she like to go and have a shower and off she went. She walked out with her towel around her waist showing of her beautifully enhanced young breasts as if she were very proud of them. So she should have been!!! Her towel dropped for an instance and lo and behold, another girl who was not keen on shaving her nether regions to the point of resembling a plucked chicken. It was cut well-back but you could see that she had the ability to grow one almightily hairy thatch!!! The good thing was, and excuse me if you think this is to musch information, but she had not bothered to shave past the front and it appeared that she had an old-fashioned, bristly doormat protrudind from between the cheeks of her tiny little bum!!! Oh my God!!! This was just so perfect. I went and had my shower and I soon had her in the ’69 position with the most beautiful sight ever in front of my eyes and at my disposal. This is as good as it gets for me although I do realise this is not everyone’s idea of heaven. Many punters are put off by hairy girls but definitely not me. She then rode me like a cowgirl and that my friends was the end of proceedings for that night. I am one lucky f****r to have found this girl. Dare I try her again tonight. I think I will have a few beers and ponder my options. Signing off, one very happy Mike in Bangkok escorts heaven!!!!
Day 9
So here we are on day nine and I will start by letting you know how things went last night. Nothing amazing really but from my point of view (and maybe a few other punters as well) I had quite a profound experience. What happened can be translated in one of two ways but I can’t seem to make up my mind into which of the following two categories last night’s liaison with a young Bangkok escorts girl should sit. For those of you who are familiar with the philosoper Maslowe’s Hierachy of Needs which orders chronologically man’s basic need for survival and beyond on this our planet Earth is the first category. I am not sure of exactly how it goes but it starts off something like: warmth, water, food and then goes on to things such as feelings of accomplishment, feelings of being wanted by members of your family, and loved by someone of the opposite sex, etc etc. It ends up with something right at the top of the scale called ‘self-actualisation. Roughly translated, this is something that some would argue is reaching such an emotional highpoint in your life that you could not feel any better about yourself. Ok, you get the idea. This state of ‘self-actualisation’ some would have you believe it could only be achieved by say a rock star giving the perfomance of his life in front of thousands of adoring fans or maybe a sportsman receiving the highest of accolades after winning a top trophy or race. I think that we can all achieve this state in our lives however humble we may be and it can be experienced many times in one’s life if you are lucky enough.
The second category of what happened to me last night could be termed as me being a dirty old man exhibiting an act of extreme depravity. I would like to argue that it falls into the former of the two afoementioned categories. (Well I would, wouldn’t I!!!) If you are my age, (middle fifties) or even younger, I’m sure we all sometimes cast our minds back to our schooldays and think about our first sexual experiences. We think about the prettiest girls in our class who we could never have dreamt of getting a look into, or we may recall such a time in our years of pubity when our hormones were causing allsorts of confusion and strange feelings. During these our formative sexual awareness years we may look back at sexual incidents where we were fortunate enough to be in the arms of a lovely young girl with the opportunity to do whatever we so wished but were not quite sexually mature enough to carry out. I think you know what I mean. Girls we know develop sexually at a faster rate during times of pubescence than we guys so you may have been dating a girl in the same class as you but you weren’t, for whatever reason able to do with her what you would do as a fully-developed adult. Do you see where I’m coming from? I hope so or this will all be sounding a little weird. In other words you look back at some heavy petting with said girl from your class, which now you wished that you had taken further.ian
My writings are really meant to be about escorts from London – predominantly Asian and adventures in Thailand on the Bangkok Go-Go bars/escorts scene but when you have delved as far as I or I think anyone else for that matter has, you do tend to start think a bit too much about the profoundities of what we ‘naughty’ guys get up to. Ok, lets cut to the chase and let me tell you about last night, one of my most memorable punting experiences ever, either back at home with London Asian escorts or here in Thailand in their natural habitat. The night was drawing to a close at around 1am and I had had a really enjoyable time bar-hopping and met some really nice girls who were definitely on the frisky side. I was mauled and groped in quite a few bars but I was suffering from that problem you often get here in Bangkok, which is too much choice. I was just about to call it a night and go home alone when a pretty young girl beckoned me into her bar. She smothered me with kisses and had her hand up my shorts before I even had time to sit down and order a drink. I really did have to question her age as she looked very young even by Asian escorts standards. Her age turned out to be a genuine 18 as stated on her ID card and the picture on said card was most definitely her. Well, you can imagine what happened next. Back in my hotel room she was soon as nature intended and had the most gorgeous pair of pert, upturned breasts and she reminded me so much of missed opportunities in my youth. She was absolute perfection and snogged my face off for what seemed ages. This liaison had to be the zenith of all my punting experiences which you all know by now are well into the 200′s.
So, am I a dirty old man committing morally corrupt acts of depravity or am I someone that has experienced the best of what some will say the best thing that God could have created . . . SEX!!! I leave it up to you to decide or judge if you so wish. It’s 9pm the following evening now. Guess where I’m going!!!! Ha Ha.
A disappointing end to my vacation
Well I’ll be damned if the last few days of my vacation weren’t nearly ruined with a very viscious bug that laid me up in bed until the night before my flight home. This was not your usual Bangkok Belly. It was quite a nasty attack of food poisoning. I had to seek the help of a doctor which is something I have never had to do in any of my eleven visits to Thailand. The pain in my stomach was pretty unbearable for ten hours but I gradually regained my health and on the last evening I felt that I could just about manage one last punt. I think this illness was maybe an omen telling me that I really should find a new destination for my next escort-centred holiday. watch this space . . . Anyway, I was sat in one of my favourite girl-spotting bars and on the side of the street amongst the ‘freelancers’ (girls not attached to bars or other establishments). There was this very pretty, slim girl who caught my eye. I watched her for a while and saw quite a few punters approach her and then she showed them her mobile and they walked away. What on earth was that all about? Only one way to find out!!! I settled my bar-bill (only mineral water for me at that moment) and then approached the aforementioned young lady. She also showed me her mobile and on the screen it said: ‘I am deaf’. Well, I thought, this would be a first. Communication is not the easiest at the best of times with these girls, but to be deaf I thought it would be nigh on impossible. It turned out a very nice experience and she was up for everything and we just communicated on her mobile screen in English. She really was a little sweety and I am so glad that I had this little cameo experience with a truely charming young lady. We even swapped numbers for future encounters. Anyway, that was that. Is this my last trip to Thailand for quite a while? I really think it should be. Thanks for reading, Mike.
The Morality of Escorting
The Morality of escorting – Sent in by Dean from St Albans
Hi guys. I have been involved in punting for many years now. I dread to think how much I have spent on this most fulfilling of pasttimes but I can honestly say it has been money well-spent. Yes, I’m sure many of you will say there are more virtuous and wholesome hobbies to engage in. Well, that may or may not be the case. This is purely my opinion and you can take it or leave it!!!
I have been mainly involved with London Asian escorts and have made many trips to Thailand and Cambodia to sample the local cuisine in it’s native state. I have recently decided that I would like to broaden my horizons and become a little more eclectic with my chosen escorts. I am hoping to travel to Brazil soon as I believe there is quite a lively escorts scene in Rio de Janeiro. I think this will be quite a safe and accessible first incursion into a different sphere of escortng although I will of course do my homework thoroughly before I go. I obviously understand the scene inside out and back-to-front. I also realise that you can research as much as you like, but until you actually visit a new stomping ground, you will only then learn the other 99% about it’s true suitability to one’s liking.
I will get around to talking about the ‘morality of escorting/prostitution’ but it’s always nice to have a little ramble and talk about day-to-day observances that occur within the realms of our punting spheres. In Thailand they have a saying that says ‘som nom na’ which translates to ‘serves you right’. I have been, as I have already said, been looking for a really exotic and exciting place to go. For some reason I became attracted to Addis Ababa, which I’m sure you all know is the capital of Ethiopia. I got through to a Google link entitled Ethiopia prostitutes. I clicked on the link and all I got was a computer virus and had to have my laptop totally cleared. I think I was being well and truely som nom na’d for my curiosity!!!
The Ethiopian scene
I would like to go somewhere that is totally distanced, geographically and cultural, and I am thinking that nowhere could be more further removed from the London escorts scene than a country in deepest, darkest Africa. I doubt very much if any of you have visited Addis Ababa but on the off-chance it would be interesting to hear from you. I think if I go there I will only go for seven or eight days and I will book myself into a very nice hotel which will presumably and hopefully offer a considerable sanctity of safety. I must admit that the only place in the world that I would not feel totally safe travelling would be in the majority of the black African states but for me that constitutes the basic allure of the idea. I think the way I would play it, apart of course from getting as much information from the internet as possible befoe I go, is to venture out of my posh hotel 100 yards at a time and hopefully gradually work my way into the seedier parts of the city to experience and feel the real atmosphere of such a mysterious place.
As for hooking up with an escort, well, that would be an amazing accomplishment even for an experienced, worldy-wise punter such as myself. I’m not sure of how the law stands there with regards punting but I certainly don’t want to end up in what could only be described as the hell hole of an Ethiopian prison. We have all seen the TV show ‘Banged Up Abroad’ but even compared to the worst prisons depicted on that show, I’m sure an Ethiopian prison experience would be in a different league, especially being of white ethnic origin. The mind boggles!!! Still, hopefully it won’t end up with me appearing on one of the late night documentary channels giving my account of an Ethiopian jail. I will have to do some very in-depth research before I decide to plunge into what must surely be the antithesis of the London escorts circuit.
My time in South Africa
I did live in South Africa for four years back in the eighties and there were quite a few hotels and bars that you could go to and pick up a nice black girl. Whilst living there I visited Swaziland with my friends and their wives. My wife was holidaying in England at the time so I had quite a free rein. When my friends and I managed to shake off the female contingent we found a disco called the ‘Who’d Have Thought It’. It was full of gorgeous young black girls and there were many portly white South African farmer types in there with a pretty young black girl sat on each knee. We picked up some lovely little black girls and they took us back to their place and we had a fantastic time. All of us except for one of my mates got back to the hotel wiht various excuses of where we had been. My one mate that did not come back with us was found asleep in a rose garden outside the hotel by his wife at around 8am. My dishevelled mate managed to blag his way out of it but my God, what a night and experience that night was!!! As opposed to Ethiopia, Swaziland was a very white-friendly place I might add.
In another incident which took place in Johannesburg where I lived, I had a particularly frightening experience. I picked up a black girl and we got into my car to drive off to my place for some innocent fun. About two minutes after we got into my car, there was a loud banging on the roof. It was the dreaded South African Police who were dressed in plain clothes and obviously on the lookout for misbehaving immigrants such as myself. Myself and the girl got out of the car and whilst one of these charming gentleman kicked the living shit out of my black friend, I was held up against a shopfront window with a truncheon to my throat and lectured about the Soweto riots in which many a white cop was killed and numerous other historical notations of how terrible the white police had been treated by the black population. I was allowed to get back in my car, minus the black girl and let off with a warning. I drove home feeling quite relieved that the consequences were not more far-reaching.
Other countries
I firmly believe that all the countries, cultures and societies of the world have varying degrees of acceptance when it comes to paying for sex, but when you peel back the layers, there will always be a way to acquire the services of an escort of some descripton. I would imagine that the general benchmark would be the London escorts scene. After that, there must be a myriad of different ways to get laid if you have money, in every part of the world. I would dearly love to explore some of these places and I think Ethiopia may well be my starting point and I will promise (if there is an internet connection) to keep you all updated on a daily basis as to what happens. A bit like when one of my fellow contributing writers on this site, Mike, did when he wrote a daily diary on his recent visit to Bangkok.
The other place I have in mind to visit is Rio de Janeiro but I think that would merit a two/three week visit and would be more in the guise of a genuine shagging holiday, as opposed to risking life and limb in my quest for excitement and getting feathers in my cap for experiencing escorts in far flung, unchartered escorting territories. The London escorts scene is ok, but after about ten years exploring every nook and cranny of it, a change of scenery definitely beckons. Whether or not I pluck up the courage to visit Ethiopia is another thing, but usually when I get an idea of creative wunderlust in my cranium, I usually go through with it so watch this space.
Brave New World
I know that other writing contributors have touched briefly on the morality of escorting or prostitution. Lets be honest, escorting is merely a euphemism for prostitution. Prostitution does sound like quite a harsh word to describe what we naughty punters get up to in our spare time.
I don’t know if any of you guys have ever read Aldous Huxley’s novel – Brave New World – but in it he attempts to depict what times will be like in the not-too-distant future with regards sexual attitudes and liberalisation. The characters are set in quite normal situations like offices and other business scenarios where it is quite acceptable to say to one of your colleagues if they would like to have sex with you in the evening or even in their lunchbreaks. The recipient of the request would either accept or decline politely as if it were as innocuous as asking if they wanted a cup of tea or coffee!! The London Asian escorts situation hasn’t quite got to this stage in the freeing-up of sexual morality as of yet, but it is making minor incursions into venturing down this route.
We can now, thanks to Asian escorts or indeed escorts from other nationalities, just pick up the phone and arrange to see an incredibly pretty young girl without too much of a fuss. The prostitution scene as it was 15 or 20 years ago, conjured up a vision of seedy little bedsits with some old slapper with bright red lipstick and black fishnet stockings. Now of course it is quite different. We are lucky enough that escorting has raised the bar considerably. I think that the best thing about Asian girls is that they genuinely aim to please (well, most of the time any way) and an even better aspect of their service is that they genuinely enjoy being with the slightly more mature gentleman, such as myself!!! A lot of them tell me it is a lot easier to keep us older guys happy and content as opposed to young handsome bucks who tend to be a bit of a handful.
A lot of them tell me it is a lot easier to keep us older guys happy and content as opposed to young handsome bucks who tend to be a bit of a handful.Summary
Cast your mind back ten or so years ago and look at dating agencies. Do you remember the stigma of shame and low self-esteem heaped upon any poor bugger who had to resort to such organisations to let’s be fair, getting one’s leg-over. Now, I would estimate that 90% of all relationships start (and end) via internet dating websites. Nowadays we just don’t seem to have the time to go through the prolonged process of trying to chat up a girl. Dating websites are good inasmuch as that when you eventually get to meet the girl, you have ascertained that you have at least enough in common to have a fighting chance of succeeding.
I think that escorting has progressed in parallel with the dating agency scene and has developed to where it is today within much the same time scale. With London Asian escorts you can sit in the comfort of your own home (careful the missus don’t catch you!!!) and spend hours studying the girls photos and profiles and most importantly, their reviews, before you finally decide and take the plunge and book your chosen escort for what is normally a fantastic way of passing an hour or two away in the company of a beautiful young lady. I draw this comparison having traversed both of these interesting modern social methods of achieving what we surely all consider is one of the strongest urges known to us blokes – enjoying sex. Ok, we all enjoy having sex with our wives and girlfriends but be honest, it does get a bit boring at times. Touching on reviews, the best place to read honest reviews (not false ones that are posted by the girls themselves and some unscrupulous Asian escorts agencies) is Punternet.com. The reviews on this website are carefully filtered and are 99% true and honest.
So to finish off, the point I have tried to make regarding the morality of escorting/prostitution is that times change and if you don’t embrace change in all walks of life, you will get left out and miss all the fun!!!
Just an afterthought – I wonder how many relationships have in fact been saved by the very existence of escorts!!! And Viagra for that matter!!! I will catch-up with you all again soon regarding my worldwide search for some exciting escorting experiences.
Thanks for reading.
Dean . . . .
Day 10, October 30.
An unfortunately quite uneventful day today. I seem to be constantly gravitating back to my goofy waitress girl who has hinted that she may spend the night with me before I make my way back home. I think this is just a ploy to keep me interested and to be fair, she does speak very good English and I do rather enjoy the company of her and her mates at the Busstop restaurant on Soi 4, Sukhamvit. It all adds up to a nice blend of shagging lots of different new girls and also being in the confines of my own little social group of Asian escorts. Life is pretty good!!! Not long though before I have to make my way back to the well-trodden pastures of the London escorts scene where there will still be a plentiful supply of Asian girls for me to choose from although mightily more expensive.
The crazy girl who I gave a free rein to yesterday called me today and asked me to meet up with her again tonight. No surprise there then as she is probably wanting more of the same from muggins here. I did genuinely intend to pop into her bar and see her but I was having quite a nice evening bar-hopping with goofy waitress and her very pretty friend. First I said I would see her at 8pm then changed it to midnight but unfortunately did not make it in the end to see this Thai escorts nightmare.Inadvertantly, the scenario would have been that she was turning down the chance to be in working mode for other punters in her bar so there is some poetic justice that she lost out financially for her escapades with me the night before. I honestly did not intend for this to be the case and I may well pop in and see her tomorrow night, although I don’t think she will be too pleased with me. As they say in Thai language, ‘som nom na’, which translates into ‘serves you right’.
Anyway, as I said, I was having a nice evening drinking and playing pool with goofy and her pretty mate. At the end of the evening we were all pretty drunk and goofy informs me that she was on her period but she was more than happy for me to take her pretty mate home for the night for some ‘gentleman’s’ pleasure. I knew that this would not pan out the way I would have liked it but I was quite tired and just wanted to go to bed and have a good kip. Sure enough, her mate was so scared that she would upset goofy by going with me, it was clothes on and opposite sides of the bed. It’s this kind of loyalty that is the glue that holds together Asian escorts on their native soil and indeed on the London circuit. Particularly with the girls in London as they are far away from home and if they did not have the care and support of their mates, it can be a pretty lonely existence.
Just a quick mention on the use of Viagra whilst partaking of the Thai escorts pleasure pit in Bangkok. In all my years of punting, I have always popped a Viagra before embarking on any kind af dalliance with Asian escorts or indeed any nationality of escorts. This guarantees that no matter how you are feeling whether it be tired, drunk or just downright lazy, you are at least assured of a good erection which I have to say does make your chosen escort’s life a lot easier. If you can’t get a hard-on, your escort will take it as an affront to her attractiveness and will vigorously keep pounding away at your old chap to knock some life into him. You can get Viagra in abundance in Bangkok. Every street corner you will have it proferred in your direction. It’s not overly cheap so it’s best to buy some on the internet at home in the UK before you make your way to any kind of escort liaison. If you have a heart condition, check with your doctor before using it. Now I sound like a real travel guide!!!
On the subject of ID, although obviously not applicable on the scene back home, in my particular hotel in Bangkok escorts territory, the receptionist will want to take hold of your escorts ID card before you take her to your room. This is a very good safeguard for us punters. When the girl leaves the hotel and while you are lying smugly on your bed satisfied at your latest Asian escorts conquest, the receptionst will call through to your room to ask if everything is ok. At this point, it’s a good idea to check that all your valuables are intact and if all is as it should be, your escorts ID card will be handed back to her and she will be on her merry way.
Another way that the hotels are very good here in Bangkok is that should you find yourself in your room and your Asian escort is in full swing and you find that you are without a condom, just call through to reception and they will have some delivered to your room. Now that’s what I call good service!!! This also applies to fags or any other commodity you may have run short of.
Finally for today, I thought it would be an idea to mention the strict 2am shutdown of all the Asian escorts bars here in Thailand. Generally there is a mass exodus of girls leaving the bars and clubs at the witching hour of 2am. Many will make their way home, or if they have not had much luck in securing a punter for the evening, they will hang around on the streets to try and solicite some extra revenue. This is good for us punters insofar as we then don’t have to pay the barfine but do remember that some of these girls may not be up to much, that being the reason why they have not ‘scored’ during the evening. If you look hard enouh though, you will more than likely find yourself many Bangkok escorts that will give you a cut-price good time. Also, you may well see some bars and clubs that are still open after 2am. This is because they have paid the police for the privilige of some extra trading hours. 2am is also the time you will see all the ‘street bars’ opening. These will consist of some plastic chairs, a cool box and an endless supply of beer. I have had some fantastic times on the streets of Bangkok in the past, chatting to fellow punters such as myself in search of some after-hours fun until sometimes 9am. It’s a nice feeling drinking your 20th beer of the night whilst sat on the pavement watching all the office and shop workers trundling off to work just as you are ready to hit the sack.
Bangkok is truely a city that never sleeps!!!!
Day 11, October 31.
Only a few days left before my inevitable return home to London and visit some Asian girls on the escorts scene there. I promise you I am am not being lazy and I realise that I am leaving an almost unbearable gap in your life by not giving you my usual daily report. You must be devastated and very close to ending it all!!! Ha Ha. Seriously though, as I am nearing the end of this my latest stay in Thai escorts paradise, I am a bit busy getting in a few last minute shags and don’t want to rush and write a load of crap (well, no more than usual anyway) so will write a proper and fascinating diary entry tomorrow. See you tomorrow all my loyal fellow punting fraternity.:-)
Seriously though, as I am nearing the end of this my latest stay in Thai escorts paradise, I am a bit busy getting in a few last minute shags and don’t want to rush and write a load of crap (well, no more than usual anyway) so will write a proper and fascinating diary entry tomorrow. See you tomorrow all my loyal fellow punting fraternity.:-)
Ok, back to today. Whilst sitting in a bar early in the evening I could not help ear-wigging a conversation between two punters, probably about in their mid-forties. They, like me were many miles away from home although I did detect a kind of enthusiasm that reflected the fact that they were both new to the escorting scene on native soil in Thailand. I shouldn’t really have been listening in but the gist of the conversation was that one of the guys was planning to sell-up and move out here to Thailand and marry the girl of his dreams. Now I am sure that most people are aware of the pitfalls of these kinds of sudden changes in lifestyle.
Firstly, I am sure you would all agree that living somewhere that has been a great holiday destination in the past can be a vastly different experience to what it was like being on holiday there. In my humble opinion, if you are considering moving to Thailand, do not sell your property back in Blighty. Rent it out and see how things progress here with the chosen love of your life, more often than not, one of the girls you have met in a bar out here.
The basic facts are that you cannot buy land out here in your own name (unless you form a company but that can then get quite complicated and expensive). Therefore if you were to buy land here and build a property on it, it would all have to be in the name of your new Asian girlfriend’s signature. I believe you can buy 49% in your name but the controlling party would be your new life partner’s. Just don’t even go there!!!! I have heard of innocent guys the likes of you and me that have been left high and dry because your new girlfriends family who first welcomed them with open arms had dumped them as soon as the paperwork was dry. My heart really goes out to these guys who, having had some experience on the London Asian escorts scene end up back home, heartbroken and financially in shit street for the rest of their lives.
This is not to say that some relationships of this nature have not been successful in the past but I believe them to be few and far between. By the way, you can buy a condo (flat) in your own name as you are not buying the land. Thailand does not like selling it’s land to other nationals.
As I was saying earlier, I was bar-hopping this evening in the search for some fresh new Asian escorts talent. I found what I was looking for in a very famous bar called ‘Spankeys’ which is situated on the first floor of the Nana Plaza Entertainment complex. She was very small and quite pretty in a funny kind of way and also had a fantastic, 21-year-old body on offer. You don’t want to go too much younger than this whilst here in Bangkok as you may wander into dangerous territory in your quest to have the very best of Thai escorts here on their native soil. I took her back to my room where we chatted and watched TV for a few hours. It’s sometimes nice not to just go steaming in but to familiarise yourself wth the girl before taking off her little panties and discovering the delights within. Although only 21, this young lady had already included producing a child and quite recently too, as was evident in a nice size pair of tits and very elongated nipples.
Well that was a pleasant little early evening soiree leaving me feeling quite satisfied and ready to just relax with Goofy and her mates before having an early night and settling down with Martina Cole’s latest novel (great holiday reading) and giving my poor old body a chance to recover from the over-exersions of the past two weeks.
To yet again put into perspective of what it’s like out here in pussy heaven, as I ambled back to my hotel, I got a call from one of the girls I have had many times before. She must have spotted me from her bar as I walked past. Now, as I hope you can now trust me, I am not given to exageration or overstatement when it comes to
describing escorts here, or indeed on the Asian escorts London scene. This young lady is quite European in her looks and believe me she is f*****g gorgeous. She is what is termed a hostess and is always immaculately turned-out in the latest fashions. Real eye candy. Anyhows, at that point my early evening in with a book seemed like a better option!!! How crazy is that?!!! It’s the kind of thing that I will think about when I get home and regret. The truth is, I have reached saturation point with sexy young Asian girls and my limit has been reached for today
anyway . . .
Day 12, November 1.
Today saw the inevitable and long overdue excursion to The Grand Palace. Don’t worry, this diary is about Asian girls in Bangkok with the odd reference to London escorts and not about visiting places of historical interest.
The good thing about this day and indeed the clinching of me partaking in it was the fact that my tour guide for the day was a young lady who graced the London Asian escorts scene for quite a while up until two years ago when she was unceremoniously dispatched back to her native land here in Thailand by our ever-efficient immigration service. She will of course remain anonymous for the sakes of this missive but I can assure you she was one of the genuine Oriental escorts stars of her day and I have been lucky enough to stay in contact with her. I don’t want to turn this into a swingeing politcal diatribe but to send young ladies home like this and then accept every Tom, Dick and Harry from all the former Eastern Bloc countries with open arms certainly beats the shit out of me.
So, in her company we set off for the major tourist attractions that have elluded me for so long. The Grand palace is in fact the residence of the much revered and loved King of Thailand who is very ill at the moment and resides on the other side of the river in a specialist hospital. Before visiting the Grand Palace we went to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha. I have long since given up visiting religious buildings whilst on holiday as I show no interest in them at home so why on earth would I want to seek out the deities of foreign lands? I must admit though that there is a unique air of peace and tranquillity in Buddhist temples the like of which you don’t feel in other
religious buildings.
I must admit that I did have an irreverent little chuckle at one point. Whilst visiting the holiest of all Buddhist shrines where you have to be properly dressed, no photos, no videos, there stood, slap-bang in the middle of proceedings, a big purple-coloured ATM cash machine!!! Obviously in situ to enable large donations. A couple of quid is all they got out of this tight old git!!!
Fast forward to later that evening and sensing that it was soon time for my inevitable return Oriental escorts London scene, I decided to do what I always do at least once on my Asian escorts sabbaticals – take a girl from the street. These particular types of Bangkok girls are most certainly a cut-above European street girls. They merely choose to offer their wares from the sides of the hustle and bustle of the streets in and around the main bar areas. I have noticed in the past that there has been a groundswell of black African escorts on the Bangkok escorts scene. They have not as yet made their way into the bars and clubs but are prevalant on the sidewalks. By pure happenstance I stumbled across a petite young African girl with small up-turned breasts and fantastiacally pointed nipples all presented in a showcase of an almost clearly see-through top!!! This was enough to make up my mind. I took her back to my room and she spoke good English and was in fact from Somalia. Everything was on offer and her tits took up most of my time. We spent a good 2 hours in my room and she was more than happy to accept £20 but I gave her £30 as she really was some a bit special. A very pleasant end to an action-packed Thai escorts (and African escorts) day. Good night one and all . . .
Day 13, November 3.
Today was quite nondescript as I must admit I am well and truely knackered!!! I had a little bounce around with a quite pleasant girl from one of the ubiquitous go-go bars in and around Nana in the afternoon and then had an afternoon kip so was raring to go in the evening. I went to so many bars and was unable to make a choice as to who to spend my last night in Bangkok with, that I decided a nice quiet, subdued kiss and cuddle with my old ‘staff’ aquaintance would round the night off quite nicely. I arrived at her bar at about 01:45, 15 minutes before shutdown and thought it would be nice to take her and her four mates for something to eat on one of the many sidewalk eateries that start trading at this hour. Two of her friends were ladyboys and although I don’t understand Thai too well it was three hours of fun and laughter for the girls and I was happy to just sit here and take in the atmosphere of this buzzing 24-hour metropolis. Got to bed at 05:00. Aghhh!!! I am now looking to get back to the peace and organisation of my home life. Good morning!!!
Day 14, November 3.
F**k me, what a hangover today!!!! As I am writing this, I am aware that I have four hours before I get my taxi to the airport. Goofy girl has insisted on spending a bit of time with me in my hotel room today but I suspect she is after a nice handout before I go. I will probably give it to her as I do quite like her and have some respect for her as she told me from the start – NO BOOM BOOM!!! Anyway, I will fill you in on proceedings when I get back home to London. As the old song goes: ‘One night in Bangkok makes a hard man crumble’. Well this particularly not very hard man has spent 13 nights in Bangkok and I have very nearly all but crumbled. See you when I get back . . .
Back home now . . .
Well, I touched down at Heathrow this morning at 06:30. Actually this flight (Thai Airways,TG910) leaves Suvarnabumi International Airport at 00:15 local time which is quite civilised inasmuch as you don’t have to go to bed and wake up very quickly to rush to the airport for the usual 08:00 flight. In this situation I find I am tempted to squeeze in one last night of debauchery and end up arriving at the airport feeling as rough as f**k and quite stressed with all the last-minute packing. This time, I packed at my leisure during the day, did some last-minute pressie shopping, stayed off the booze and arrived at the airport at 20:00. I always like to check in really early to get a window seat. This to me is of the utmost importance as it is so much easier to sleep in a window seat, resting one’s head against the side of the aircraft fuselage. This is of even more importance when you are getting a direct flight, as 13 hours sat in between complete strangers can be a little awkward when you wake up with your head lolling on said strangers shoulder, often dribbling the remains of your aeroplane meal unceremoniosly on said strangers nice clean travelling outfit. You may wonder what all this has to do with the Asian escorts London scene. Well, as it happens, not much really!!! To tell the truth, I am really shit-scared of flying, although it has never stood in my way of my quest for escorts worldwide. There are many aspects of flying that render people into nervous wrecks when boarding an aircraft. They are all totally irrational fears as we all know it is well-documented that it is a very safe way of travelling. My own personal fear is turbulance because you can never tell exactly how bad it is going to get. I get myself totally out of it on either Vallium or Xanax. It’s by far a better idea to go to your local GP and explain to him/her about your phobia, (you don’t have to tell them you are roaming the world looking for sex and normally you will be prescribed something that will allay your fears and you may actually even enjoy your flight. The only other way to reach Thailand escorts wonderland without being a jibbering wreck is to drink yourself into a stupour. I don’t know about you, but staying pissed for 12/13 hours on an aircraft is no mean feat and even if you do manage it you will be rewarded with a two-day hangover – not the best way to start your Bangkok escorts experience I think you will agree.
To tell the truth, I am really shit-scared of flying, although it has never stood in my way of my quest for escorts worldwide. There are many aspects of flying that render people into nervous wrecks when boarding an aircraft. They are all totally irrational fears as we all know it is well-documented that it is a very safe way of travelling. My own personal fear is turbulance because you can never tell exactly how bad it is going to get. I get myself totally out of it on either Vallium or Xanax. It’s by far a better idea to go to your local GP and explain to him/her about your phobia, (you don’t have to tell them you are roaming the world looking for sex and normally you will be prescribed something that will allay your fears and you may actually even enjoy your flight. The only other way to reach Thailand escorts wonderland without being a jibbering wreck is to drink yourself into a stupour. I don’t know about you, but staying pissed for 12/13 hours on an aircraft is no mean feat and even if you do manage it you will be rewarded with a two-day hangover – not the best way to start your Bangkok escorts experience I think you will agree.I don’t know about you, but I think I am now waffling on and digressing away from escorts talk so it’s better I stop now before I move onto anything even more totalling irrelevant!!!
One last thing to finish off my Bangkok experience (tenth trip in all) is what happened when I arrived at the airport with Goofy. It is a common request that if you spend any significant amount of time with escorts Asian in Thailand, they will offer to accompany you to the airport to bid you a fond farewell. I know I am a cynical old git at the best of times but trust me, nine times out of ten, it will be to relieve you of even more of your hard-earned cash. Goofy really disappointed me in this respect and left me with a slightly bad taste in my mouth as I boarded the plane back to London. Let’s be quite frank about this, I did not even shag her so I thought £100 was a more than generous offer on my part as a small financial farewell parting gift plus of course £10 for her taxi fare back to Bangkok and £10 for a meal while I waited for my flight. She actually turned up her nose at my ‘derisory’ gift and informed me that £200 was the going rate. Bloody cheeky bitch I think you will agree. This is not the behaviour of a nice, pleasant Asian girl. I very nearly took it all back but I just didn’t have the heart.
All in all though, a fantastic trip away from Asian escorts in London and I really appreciate it if you have been following my adventures and sincerely hope that you have found some useful tips in my narrative which may help you should you decide to venture away from the comforts of Asian girls in London and travel the 6000 miles necessary to sample some of these girls in their native homeland. You may even have found parts of it amusing!!! Most of all though I hope you have enjoyed my ramblings and that I have convinced you that it really is an experience not to be missed if you ever get the chance to visit this fantastic city, to enjoy the food, the climate, the ambience and most of all the genuinely lovely group of well-natured young ladies that are collectively the escort girls of Bangkok. Should you have any questions, please contact me via Asian Options and I will do my level best to answer them.
Signing off, Mike from London. Ta Ta.
Day 1, October 22.
A good day to be leaving the UK for the sunnier climes of South east Asia. It’s cold and grey with drizzling rain at Heathrow Airport. For various reasons, I had to wait until a few days before departure before I could buy my ticket and coupled with that, the fact that it is half-term time for the kids, I had to pay the extortionate price of £821 for an economy ticket!!! Bloody rip-off as I could see at least 20 spare seats on the plane. It was a direct flight but I have in the past paid as little as £490 for the same flight and £390 for a flight with one stop, so if you can, fellow intercontinental escort punters, book in advance by at least a couple of weeks to save yourself a bloody fortune. Anyway, enough wingeing, I’m saying goodbye to the London Asian Oriental escorts scene and God willing, in 12 hours, will be touching down at Suvarnabumi airport on the outskirts of Bangkok. What a wonderful thought!!!
The flight was delayed for an hour because of heavy traffic but finally took off at 22:40. I was sat in my favoured window seat, (so much easier to sleep because you can rest your head on the wall of the aircraft).You don’t want to arrive in Bangkok totally knackered and need two days to recover before you get
your first native Thai escorts experience. By the way, this is my 10th trip to Thaland. Most people sleep through turbulance and any number of disturbances but me, well I am the exact opposite. I am extremely scared of flying to begin with, so to sleep is a major problem. If you’re a big baby like me, just go to your doctor and explain this and get some benzos. Believe me it is worth it. On a couple of benzos I sleep sound for a good eight hours come hell, highwater, turbulance, hi-jackings, no matter what and arrive fresh and invigorated to start my Bangkok escorts experience.
I was sitting next to a sweet young Asian girl. Turns out she couldn’t speak a word of English and I embarrassed my self by catapulting that ridiculously frozen butter you get on aeroplanes onto the window whilst trying to get it out of the carton with my plastic knife. A good time to take my tablets me thinks and go to sleep before I embarrass myself further.
Day 2, October 23.
I have just woken up 5000 miles away from the London scene where I first fell for Asian escorts, with about two hours to go before landing in Bangkok, already salivating about my first native Bangkok girl experience for nearly one year. What a great feeling!!! After landing at Suvarnabumi airport you have quite a few options as to how to travel to the centre of Bangkok. It’s about 15 miles. If you are on a budget then you can get a bus. Not recommended. About 20p but most definitely Third World. I find that the best way to get to Nana (which is where it all happens) is by train. It’s well-signposted at the airport and you get off at Phaya Thai and then get the Sky train (BTS) to Nana at a total cost of about £3. As soon as you leave departures you will be approached by many irksome creatures offering to take you by taxi to the centre of Bangkok. This is a very good way of spending £20 when all you need to pay is a fiver if you use the ‘Public Meter Taxi’ service, again, well-signposted. Enough boring travel details, I’m sure all you fellow punters have the savvi to make your way to Bangkok escorts heaven without me holding your hand.
When I arrived at my hotel, all the usual sights, sounds and smells hit me and I felt as usual like a kid let loose in a sweetshop. The excitement can overwhelm you but it’s always a good idea to settle yourself into your hotel and lock your valuables into the safe in your room, go to the local 7-11 shop and stock-up on cans of beer and bottled water to put into your room fridge so you don’t have to use the mini bar and pay well over the odds for these basics. Having done all that, I stepped out of my hotel (Dynasty Inn Hotel, about 50 yards from Nana Entertainment Complex, perfect for these holidays and only £30 a night) and walked past the first bar only to be accosted by an old flame who recognised me from many a previous visit. These girls have a built-in radar and memory for walking ATM machines (because at the end of the day, that is what we are to them the same as all they are to us is a heavenly sexual experience). I had a quick drink with her in the bar and the temptation was too much. I bar-fined her and took her back to my room. I really wanted to savour this experience so I gradually undressed her bit by bit until she was totally naked on the double bed with her little sexy body beckoning. I carefully lifted her legs up and spent the next 10 minutes sucking and licking her gorgeous little parts. Then had a lovely full-on snog before condom on and perfect bliss after about 20 seconds!!! First Bangkok Asian escorts experience for nearly a year fulfilled!!! Ahhhh . . . that was worth the 12-hour flight in itself!!!!!
Day 3, October 23.
Today I woke up with the inevitable hangover that greets you on your first morning in Bangkok. When I say morning, it was actually the afternoon. I had slept for 14 hours straight!!! Must have needed it. It took me a few minutes to realise where I was. This is the point when you remember where you are, far away from home and get that ‘lottery winning’ feeling. I gathered my thoughts and decided to go and see a young lady I have known from previous visits. When you have been to Bangkok as many times as I have, and always stay in the same area, you do become quite well known. This has it’s advantages and disadvantages. Nearly every bar you walk past, you will hear your name called out by one of the bar escorts from previous encounters, with great enthusiasm thinking you will be spending time with her again. Sometimes this is great, as it may be an escort that you have previously had a great time with and had disappeared the last few times you were here and you get an immediate stirring in your loins with the thought of getting it off with her again. More often than not you just say a polite hello and carry on walking.
In Bangkok you have mainly two types of escorts that work in the bars. In the go-go bars you will see all the girls dancing on the stage in various states of undress. My favourite is when they have mini skirts on and no knickers and the stage floor is a mirror and you get a full view of what’s on offer (God I have turned into a terrible old pervert). One of the best bars for this is the Pretty Lady bar in Nana Plaza. I will come back to that place later in this missive. The second type are the girls that are termed as ‘staff’. They are normally all dressed in a more formal uniform and their main function is to show you to an available seat and get you your required alcoholic beverage. You will notice that all the scantily-clad girls girls on the stage and also the ‘staff’ all have a number pinned to their attire. Obviously this is for when you see a girl that you like, strutting her stuff on the stage and you can tell one of the ‘staff’ girls that you like that particular girl and would like her to come and sit with you and buy her a drink and then take it from there. You may then wonder why the ‘staff’ girls have a number. Well, on the odd occassion, some of the ‘staff’ girls are more beautiful than the girls dancing on the stage. (I should imagine that these bars are where most of the escorts in London on the Asian scene emanate from). This means that you can actually bar-fine (this is what you have to pay to take the girl away from the bar to compensate for her not being there and generating revenue for the bar, usually about £10) the ‘staff’ as well. PLEASE REMEMBER that these girls are ‘staff’ for a good reason. Don’t think that you will get ‘normal’ service as you would from the girls dancing on the stage, You may be lucky, but normally these girls are ‘staff’ because they do not enjoy having to ‘going all the way’ with all and sundry, so prefer to stay on the perimeters of the action and just make their money from a salary and drinks bought for them by punters like us. It’s a very good idea to get to know the staff who speak good English as when you do make your choice of escort, she can translate to your chosen escort any things that you especially require. With me the main two things I want is ’69 position and keep the bloody lights turned on so I can see what I am enjoying!!! Many girls and this includes girls in London escort land, have a habit of turning the lights down low. This is either because they are shy of their own bodies or they don’t want to see too much of fat ugly old gits like me. This is fair enough but if you are paying, surely you should be able to see what you are doing. My humble opinion anyway.
One of the best bars for this is the Pretty Lady bar in Nana Plaza. I will come back to that place later in this missive. The second type are the girls that are termed as ‘staff’. They are normally all dressed in a more formal uniform and their main function is to show you to an available seat and get you your required alcoholic beverage. You will notice that all the scantily-clad girls girls on the stage and also the ‘staff’ all have a number pinned to their attire. Obviously this is for when you see a girl that you like, strutting her stuff on the stage and you can tell one of the ‘staff’ girls that you like that particular girl and would like her to come and sit with you and buy her a drink and then take it from there. You may then wonder why the ‘staff’ girls have a number. Well, on the odd occassion, some of the ‘staff’ girls are more beautiful than the girls dancing on the stage. (I should imagine that these bars are where most of the escorts in London on the Asian scene emanate from). This means that you can actually bar-fine (this is what you have to pay to take the girl away from the bar to compensate for her not being there and generating revenue for the bar, usually about £10) the ‘staff’ as well. PLEASE REMEMBER that these girls are ‘staff’ for a good reason. Don’t think that you will get ‘normal’ service as you would from the girls dancing on the stage, You may be lucky, but normally these girls are ‘staff’ because they do not enjoy having to ‘going all the way’ with all and sundry, so prefer to stay on the perimeters of the action and just make their money from a salary and drinks bought for them by punters like us. It’s a very good idea to get to know the staff who speak good English as when you do make your choice of escort, she can translate to your chosen escort any things that you especially require. With me the main two things I want is ’69 position and keep the bloody lights turned on so I can see what I am enjoying!!! Many girls and this includes girls in London escort land, have a habit of turning the lights down low. This is either because they are shy of their own bodies or they don’t want to see too much of fat ugly old gits like me. This is fair enough but if you are paying, surely you should be able to see what you are doing. My humble opinion anyway.Anyway, the lady I had known from previous visits, and who I went to see today is of a third variety. If you have any notions of getting laid with a girl who simply works in a restaurant, don’t get your hopes up too high. This young lady definitely falls into this category. She is quite a stunner and I have been trying to get into her knickers for years but with no success. If you are young and handsome maybe you would stand a better chance, but as I am neither of these, no chance. I have thrown endless amounts of money at her, taken her and her mates dancing and even paid her to stay with me in my hotel at much more than the going rate, but it has never happened. I still could not resist going to see her so just had a pleasant meal and a chat with her vowing to myself, that that will be that. We
will see. A far cry from West and Central London where the Asian girls you see on the escorts website galleries, are what you can see you can have. (At a price)!!!
A far cry from West and Central London where the Asian girls you see on the escorts website galleries, are what you can see you can have. (At a price)!!!Later on in the evening I was sat in one of the bars that overlook the main street in Nana (you can while away many a happy hour people-watching in Nana) and lo and behold, a girl I had not seen for my last three visits here ambled up and said hello. She is an old favourite of mine so the night was decided. Two nights and not sampled a new girl yet. Never mind plenty of time to go. This young Bangkok escort could easily pass for a European. She is amazingly good looking with long, jet-black hair, small pert up-turned breasts and a body to die for. We went back to my hotel room and again I slowly undressed her, garment by garment. We then had a shower together and the usual blissful liaison ensued. This is why I come to Bangkok!!! More fulfilling and exciting than the escorts scene in London at a fraction of the price.
More fulfilling and exciting than the escorts scene in London at a fraction of the price.It was still quite early in the evening so I decided to have a wander and entered the full-blooded arena that is the Nana Plaza Entertainment Complex. I thought I would go into the Pretty Lady bar, a scene of countless conquests in the past. This was a mistake and the disadvantage of going to the same place too often reared it’s ugly head. Although it was nice to see all the girls again, it was a bit overpowering and I was swamped by girls wanting to kiss and cuddle me and of course wanting me to buy them drinks. It may be my age but it was all a bit too much for me especially as I had already done the deed that evening and in that department was quite satisfied. Now I know what it must be like to be a celebrity. All very flattering but just a bit too much for me on that particular occassion. I think I spent within in the region of £50 (not much compared to back home but well over-the-top by Bangkok standards). Unfortunately I think I will have to give the Pretty Lady bar a miss from hereonin.
I then wandered into a bar called ‘Fantasia’, which is on the second level of Nana. Quite a small bar, but contrary to what I have preached earlier, fell hook, line and sinker for one of the ‘staff’. Had a nice chat with her and left it at that. Dare I try it on with her tomorrow? She is the most gorgeous little thing and surely there is a chance she may be an exception to the rule? Let’s sleep on it and see how I feel tomorrow. Nite nite . . .
Day 4, October 25.
Well, my emotions got the better of me. I went to see the young lady in question tonight. The bar is quite small and not that busy. It’s owned by two ladyboys who in themselves are both quite entertaining. On the subject of ladyboys, the question always arises as to how do you tell a ladyboy (transexual escort) from a normal girl. Well, I am sure all seasoned punters would have to admit that at some time in their punting careers they have fallen (or nearly fallen) into the trap. Most ladyboys are in various stages of gender change. Some are blindingly obvious, others not so. Whilst in the Bangkok escorts scene, there are many bars that cater solely for punters who like to spend time with ladyboys. That’s not my choice but judging by the amount of transexual escorts working in this industry, there is certainly a big market for them. This also applies to London transexual escorts and indeed many other places in the world. If you do come to Bangkok, be careful if transexual escorts are not your want. Some of the transexual escorts here are so pretty and feminine you really cannot tell the difference. The voice is usually a giveaway but now transexual escorts can have their vocal chords tightened and they even sound like girls. If you see them in the bars, always look for a bit of a gap in the bikini bottoms. This is quite a good way to spot transexual escorts as they are obviously concealing the proverbial ‘meat and two veg’.
Anyways, back to the Fantasia bar. After a few drinks, my mind was made up that I would risk a dalliance with this gorgeous young ‘staff’ girl. As the evening progressed, so did my propensity for losing financial common sense. I bought quite a few drinks for many of the girls in the bar but looking at it from a less serious perspective, the bar was transformed into a party atmosphere with me the centre of attraction and the recipient of about five scantily-clad Asian escorts clambering all over me and actually forcing my hands inside their bikini bottoms (front and rear) to feel their lovely little p*****s and bums. When I say forcing me, it did not take much
encouragement for sure. This, my fellow punters, is why you should definitely make the trip to Bangkok at least once in your lifetime. I probably spent about £70 and in return partook in what can only be described as my own personal orgy!!! Absolute heaven. A far cry from London where the Asian girls who work as escorts are far more business-like and on a mission to make serious money. I’m not knocking the escorts back home that ultimately led me to Bangkok pussy heaven (I wouldn’t be without them) but merely drawing comparisons to entice you to try this fantastic place.
This, my fellow punters, is why you should definitely make the trip to Bangkok at least once in your lifetime. I probably spent about £70 and in return partook in what can only be described as my own personal orgy!!! Absolute heaven. A far cry from London where the Asian girls who work as escorts are far more business-like and on a mission to make serious money. I’m not knocking the escorts back home that ultimately led me to Bangkok pussy heaven (I wouldn’t be without them) but merely drawing comparisons to entice you to try this fantastic place.I eventually left the bar with my cute little ‘staff’ girl wondering if she was going to really be the icing on the cake of a great night. Well, it just goes to show that sometimes I talk a load of rubbish and it’s best not to listen to a word I say. To coin a phrase, she was f*****g fantastic!!!! She is about five feet tall, very pretty with those lovely little ‘sticky out’ ears that I find really cute. Her skin is quite dark and when she was stark-b*****k naked on my hotel bed, I turned her over onto her front to marvel at her perfect little dark-skinned bum. Wow, what a sight!!! Lights full on as well!!! Result!!! I gently parted her bum cheeks and rimmed her for all I was worth and all the while she kept turning around, smiling at me with her pretty little face. It don’t get much better than this. After about ten minutes of rimming and p***y-licking, I put on my condom and took her doggy-style. F**k me, what an orgasm!!! This young lady would certainly be welcomed as an escort back home, but I respect her decision to carry on doing what she feels comfortable doing. If she can make good money without dancing sometimes moronically with boredom on a brightly lit stage until she was snapped up by a punter, good for her. My only fear now is that I am going to spend too much time with her. A nice quandry to be in. We will have to see how it all pans out. I must be careful not to fall in love. This is definitely the type of girl who can steal your heart and as I’m sure you realise will only lead to disappointment later on. I need some sober thoughts in the morning. Nighty nighty.
To coin a phrase, she was f*****g fantastic!!!! She is about five feet tall, very pretty with those lovely little ‘sticky out’ ears that I find really cute. Her skin is quite dark and when she was stark-b*****k naked on my hotel bed, I turned her over onto her front to marvel at her perfect little dark-skinned bum. Wow, what a sight!!! Lights full on as well!!! Result!!! I gently parted her bum cheeks and rimmed her for all I was worth and all the while she kept turning around, smiling at me with her pretty little face. It don’t get much better than this. After about ten minutes of rimming and p***y-licking, I put on my condom and took her doggy-style. F**k me, what an orgasm!!! This young lady would certainly be welcomed as an escort back home, but I respect her decision to carry on doing what she feels comfortable doing. If she can make good money without dancing sometimes moronically with boredom on a brightly lit stage until she was snapped up by a punter, good for her. My only fear now is that I am going to spend too much time with her. A nice quandry to be in. We will have to see how it all pans out. I must be careful not to fall in love. This is definitely the type of girl who can steal your heart and as I’m sure you realise will only lead to disappointment later on. I need some sober thoughts in the morning. Nighty nighty. Day 5, October 26.
Well, after a good night’s kip, woke up and still feeling too fond of my young lady for my own good. She really is a little fire cracker. Changing the subject slightly, I have just taken my laundry to a local establishment. It is a hairdressers/massage/laundry agent and in front of all the girls having their hair done, my laundry was neatly laid out on the floor to be put into it’s various categories for all to see. Luckily for me, no embarrassing nature stains on underwear!!! Just thought I would share that with you. You won’t get such in-depth travellers tips like this anywhere else.
Today it was about 32 degrees in Bangkok so did not have much energy to do a lot so just hung out in the local bars. Your average Joe in this throbbing, vibrant place is European/American, aged between 40 and 70, about the same as the punters back home I suppose. Everyone is very laid back and there never seems to be any kind of trouble. This is probably because everyone is so happy having discovered the delights of this little piece of heaven on earth. I have seen a few incidents in the past though, where things have got out of hand. You will always get one guy who get’s over-excited and threatens to spoil it for all us peaceful, friendly punters. One night I saw a guy totally lose it because his chosen escort for the night did not want to leave the bar with him. He was an Australian guy and although I do realise that Antipodean culture does dictate that you have to be quite manly, there was no excuse for the way he behaved. He was about five feet tall, extremely overweight, very drunk and boisterous in both verbal and body language. He had bought this really cute young Thai escort a few drinks and in fairness to her she had sat and chatted
with him although I could see that she was not comfortable and a little scared. When she politely declined his offer to bar-fine her he went ballistic as his ego had taken quite a blow in front of his otherwise well-behaved mates. He actually put his hands around the young escorts neck and was screaming obscenities at her before his mates dragged him off her. A nano-second later about ten Thai security guards unceremoniously dragged him out of the bar. My God, what a prat!!!
I suspect anyone who is reading this tome is familiar with the Asian escorts scene back home in London and will know that Thai escorts are quite unique in their outlook on life. I have seen the biggest, fattest, ugliest old guys walk out of the bars here with a nice young Thai escort on their arm. Thai escorts genuinely do not have a problem being intimate with us older guys but you have to respect them and treat them with tender loving care and your actions will be rewarded ten-fold. Many of the Thai escorts that I talk to over here refuse point blank to go with some of the more excitable young guys that frequent the bars here. The same applies to the London scene fraternity. They tell me that these guys just want to boom boom them all night and many of them have scant regard for them as human beings.
To sum up, please, all you guys who come to Bangkok to have a good time, don’t get over-excited at the fact you are guaranteed to get laid here. Ease back a bit and show these gorgeous creatures some civility. You know it makes sense.
Also, if you are a young guy and are on a limited budget, you could do a lot worse than go to one of the many night clubs in and around Bangkok. There are plenty of Thai escorts who frequent these establishments on their nights off and would be more than happy to jump into your arms and give you a good time just for the price of a few drinks.At about 7pm this evening I was sat in a bar very close to the entrance of the Nana Plaza Entertainment Centre. It’s quite amusing to see many of the Thai escorts rushing to the establishment of their employ. The girls are paid a basic salary but it only just about covers their living expenses. However, if they are late for work, they can be docked 20 baht (about 40p) for every minute. Hence the rush at this time of the evening. You will often notice that if you spend the night with a girl and have financially recompensed her rather well, she will bar-fine herself to have the next night off!!! Quite a weird system but it seems to work. It’s a good job us punters on the Asian escorts scene back in London aren’t fined for every minute we are late to turn up!!!!
Nothing of any great interest to report on this evenings activities. If you enjoy something, why change it. I was back in the Fantasia Bar with my little ‘staff’ beauty, kissing and cuddling her all night and spending a fortune buying many of her mates drinks. Oh well, I am a daft old sod and you only live once. A couple of her mates who dance on the stage are beginning to attract my attention but another thing you should be aware of is that if you form quite a strong bond with a certain girl in a bar, you will find that her mates are off-limits to you as these girls are fiercely loyal to one another. This is the same as in London where the community of escorts from Asian countries generally form friendships with one another that are fiercely loyal.
Another great romp with my young lady back at the hotel. I think I will head for pastures new though tomorrow so the situation doesn’t get to serious. We shall see . . .
Day 6, October 27.
Today was pretty much the same as yesterday so nothing new to report. Spent the evening and this time all night with my little ‘staff’ girl. I think the novelty is now wearing a bit thin and will be seeking something different tomorrow. I woke up in the morning and still felt quite frisky but then I accidently did something quite gross albeit an accident. She was cuddled up beside me with her leg between mine and I farted on the aforementioned leg!!! Kind of killed the moment but still had one last moment of exquisite pleasure with my lovely little sun-kissed ‘staff’ girl. All good things must come to an end. For those of you fiscally-driven I probably spent about £210 including all the bar drinks during my three-day jaunt with this little beauty. Again, compared to the West and Central London Asian escorts scene, a mere drop
in the ocean I think you will agree.
Day 7, October 27.
Well, they do say a fool and his money are easily parted. As much as I preach about how to be sensible and have a good time in Bangkok, far away from the escorts scene in London, I become a guy with more money than sense when it comes down to it. Never mind, I still think it’s all worth it and each and everyone of us has to go through certain experiences in life and decipher each situation as we see fit.
As much as I preach about how to be sensible and have a good time in Bangkok, far away from the escorts scene in London, I become a guy with more money than sense when it comes down to it. Never mind, I still think it’s all worth it and each and everyone of us has to go through certain experiences in life and decipher each situation as we see fit.Today I met up with an old flame from my very early days as a vistor to the Thai escorts arena in Thailand. I must admit that the attraction was that unlike 99% of all Asian girls, she a had a whopping great big hairy old growler stashed away in her panties. Now I know a lot of you will go ughhh!!!! that’s disgusting. I personally love hairy women and I think there are quite a few of my fellow punters on the escorts scene back home in London who feel the same way but choose not to admit to the fact. Not sure why, but to admit to it has sometimes to me seemed harder to admit than confessing to be bi-curious, bi-sexual or gay. I suppose it is ingrained in the New Age Man culture we now embrace. You only have to see the amount of ‘hairy girls’ websites to see that it is something that is well-sought after. I wish more blokes would admit to it, then we might see some hairy Asian escort agencies appear on the circuit in London. Also, I have heard that we get our sexuality traits from early childhood from our mothers. My mum was very hairy!!!! Way too much information. Yuk!!! Anyway, enough of that.
Anyway, enough of that.The young asian escort in question most definitely falls into this category. I went with her many times in my first sortees into native Asian escort territory. She is a bit of a hard-nosed cow but her hairy pussy meant she had me firmly in the palm of her hand (or nose in her bush). I generally talk about Thai escorts being very nice, genuine people, but as with every other group of people there are exceptions to the rule. Most Asian girls have a nickname. This one is called Golf. I have even take Golf on tours of the country in the past which proved quite an expensive pasttime with this particular high-maintenance girl. We eventually went to meet her family in North Thailand. On the approaches to her home we had to stop and spend something in the region of £150 on items for the big family party that awaited us. When we arrived the party was actually some kind of marriage ceremony for us with all sorts of strange regalia and goings on happening. On arrival I was told I had to part with £200 to give to her father as this was the custom. Bear in mind that I was paying a basic £100 a day just for the pleasure of her company (well, actually, her hairy pussy. I don’t mind paying these native girls but Golf was pushing me to my limits.
Anyhows, that was in the past and all part of the native Thailand learning curve. Whenever I come now, I always look her up but am careful to limit it to just one day and lay down the boundaries and price before I proceed. This I did today. Golf said she would stay with me for the night so muggins here thought all will be well. She was looking good, nice and slim and had on a very sexy little mini skirt. At one point in the evening I had a little grope in her panties to feel around to see if she was still hairy down below. Hmmm . . . I got my fingers to her rusty sheriffs badge area but did not come across hair. Oh well, maybe I did not go far enough. To cut this long story short, when she slipped off her towel after showering in my hotel room . . . Yes, you guessed it – she was as bald as the proverbial coot!!! What a bummer. To add to this, after a quick shag, she informed me that she could not actually stay for the whole night saying she had to meet her Auntie
Girls like this would never make it on the Asian escorts London scene where they have to be far more accountable for their actions. My own fault, I will just never learn. As I said the night was still young and I had time to go to one of the go-go bars in Nana Plaza and actually found a really nice girl. She was all skinny legs and big tits and extremely pretty although she was a bit of a nut-case. I had a really good session with her for £40 so the day did not turn out too bad after all.
Tomorrow I am going to have one last try at getting into the knickers of the the so far untouchable girl I mentioned before who works as a waitress in one of the local restaurants named ‘Busstop’. Really good food and quite cheap too. This member of the native Asian escort clan in this area of Bangkok goes by the name of On. I suppose you can’t really class her as an escort but I am hoping I will finally get to sample her intimate delights. She is very pretty and has very goofy teeth. Maybe she has a hairy pussy as well as I don’t think she reveals it that often. Here’s hoping. Good night to all of you at home.
Day 8, October 28.
Just saw the news about what’s happening on the eastern seaboard of the USA. Brings you back down to earth a bit when something like that occurs. I hope the Thames flood barrier does it’s job should anything like that happen in London.
When I first came to Thailand six years ago I was literally going through about four Thai escorts (bar girls) every day. This was born out of purely the novelty factor and living my whole life as an average looking guy who never had girls throwing themselves at me on a regular basis. I’m sure that this applies to the vast majority of us punters and not just me. I had all the usual girlfriends (each one a saga in itself just to get them into the sack), got married had a daughter, widowed when she was four-years-old, then a long-term relationship for fourteen years doing the ‘reconstituted family’ bit taking on two more daughters with all it’s usual pitfalls. Nothing out of the ordinary I would say. When this long-term relationship ended was when I first got the inkling of the Asian escorts arena. A situation that had just sprung up in London. I believe that it was around this time that ‘prostitutes’ (I hate that word) took on the guise of escorts, hence raising them in status. This also saw the advent of website agencies and in general, accessibility for us long-suffering, sexually frustrated, so-called ‘normal’ guys. The London Asian escorts scene was well and truely upon us. About bloody time too!!!
This was the pre-cursor to my many trips to Thailand escorts heaven. I can honestly say that this period of time (about six years) was one of the happiest of my life and although I spent a small fortune I would do it all again. So in a nutshell (sorry if I’m boring you) it was six years on the Asian escort agency circuit in London before my first foray onto the native Thai escorts stage. Both equally enjoyable but one cannot ignore that the biggest difference is the wonga you have to part with to pursue ones chosen hobby. After taking out the cost of airfares and hotel bills it is a fraction of the cost in Thailand .
Back to my early days in Thailand. When I say I was having 4 girls a day, I do not have and never have had the highest of sex drives, I probably only achieved orgasmic status twice a day, partly due I suppose to the fact that I was quite drunk most of the time. But just to see a gorgeous young girl and be able to take her back to your hotel room and lick, suck and explore all her important little places was the driving force behind my over-zealous amount of Thai escorts per day. Also, if you take a genuine liking to some of the girls, what’s wrong with a good old-fashioned naked kiss and cuddle?!!!!
Nowadays, I have curtailed the quantity of girls that I see and concentrate more on the quality. I suppose you could say that I am getting a bit fussy in my old age. I don’t mean to keep banging on about the price, but keep bearing in mind that the price for spending two or three hours with a girl here is plus/minus £30. To take a Thai
escort for the whole night is £60. One advantage of this is that you can wake up beside your escort girl in the morning and enjoy that early-morning, sober randiness which to me personally, is the best time to have fulfilling sexual episodes.
The downside to having only a few Thai escorts as opposed to bucket loads, is that you can sometime develop feelings for the girls which we all have to admit can only lead to heartbreak in the end. Personally I avoid this at all costs. There is nothing worse than getting the flight home feeling love sick knowing that you will not be able to see your beau for quite a long time.
This is the case with my goofy, pretty girl who works as a waitress in a restaurant who I have been trying to de-flower for years. Last night I took her and two of her mates dancing but I decided on a different approach this time. As opposed to being all over her and grabbing her pretty little bum at every given opportunity during the evening, I decided to play it cool and give the impression that I was not interested in her sexually but only as a friend. It definitely seemed to have the desired effect and she was all over me like a rash but I held back. When we left the night club she was quite drunk and I said that it would be best if she went home and I would see her again tomorrow. She said ok and we left it at that. I was beginning to feel a bit love struck but thought I had played it pretty cool and maybe, just maybe, my plan may work. As with the London escort scenario the great advantage of getting knocked back by any Asian girls is that if you have a few bob in your pocket, it’s only a matter of about 30 minutes before you can have your tongue firmly entrenched in the private parts of another one!!!
Imagine if you were on the receiving end of being dumped by a long-term girlfriend back in Blighty. You are doomed to spend an awful long time feeling very sorry for yourself with the major life-changing experience that has beset you. You know what I mean, losing your social circle of friends, wondering what your ‘ex’ is getting up to with another bloke, etc, etc.
Another great advantage of being a punter with Asian girls, is the immediate opportunity to rectify the situation. This is exactly what I did tonight. I made my way, a slightly forlorn figure back to the Nana Entertainment Complex and espied my antidote for my slightly hurt feelings from earlier proceedings with my goofy little Thai escort (waitress). I seem to have developed a propensity for skinny girls on this my latest venture into native Asian Thai escorts land and a skinny girl I certainly got. Her English was not up to much but I really was in ‘kiss and cuddle’ mode so body language was all that was needed. Many Asian escorts are quite slim but this one re-wrote the definition of ‘skinny’. She was as pretty as a picture and stick thin. At first she seemed quite shy but the mood I was in, this was not a problem.
She was so thin that even her very small panties were baggy. As I peeled off the aforementioned garment I was shocked and amazed to see an abundance of pubic hair and labia lips at least three and a half inches long. Some of you guys may be put off by this combination of pussy design but I felt like I had just won a roll-over lottery!!!! The earlier events of the evening were fading fast. Well, as you can imagine I lost myself in this private little area for God knows how long.What a pleasure and nice surprise!!! That was not the end of it. This particular girl had another big surprise for me inasmuch as she had a penchant for rimming blokes. A rare but not unheard of item on the menus of London girls.
Well, as you can imagine I lost myself in this private little area for God knows how long.What a pleasure and nice surprise!!! That was not the end of it. This particular girl had another big surprise for me inasmuch as she had a penchant for rimming blokes. A rare but not unheard of item on the menus of London girls.All in all tonight’s events have once again strenghtened my resolve that all-in-all you cannot go far wrong with being involved with Asian escorts, The Asian girls on offer in London escorts territory included, is indeed a happy environment which I genuinely hope will become more socially and morally accepted in years to come, not as a breaking up of ‘conventional’ relationships but indeed strengthening them. Come on you girls, howabout you getting involved too and treating yourself to a night of lust and debauchery with a male escort. I would’t mind betting that this is where we are heading for in the not-too-distant future. If you get the chance, read Aldous Huxley’s ‘Brave New World’ and you will see from whence I am coming.
Sorry for babbling on a bit too long today but I am told it’s good therapy to put your feelings into words. Only six more days before I return to home. Asian escorts London is my bedrock for my new chosen lifestyle choice and long may it continue. Here ends a very eventful day. I think I will take it easy tomorrow. This my tenth trip to Bangkok and I have yet to see it’s major tourist attraction, The Grand Palace, the home of the much respeted and revered King of Thailand. I am fortunate to have the services of a former girl who worked as an escort in London to ‘tour guide’ me for the day. Don’t worry, I won’t bore you with too much details of that excursion as I know my fellow respected punters will be more interested to hear on the progress of the developement of my ‘goofy waitress’ saga. My God, I sincerely hope I can have a forage around in her panties after five years of trying. Watch this space!!! Goodnight.
Goodnight.Day 9, October 29.
Mad as a box of f*****g frogs!!! That’s the only way I can describe this the Thai escorts of all Thai escorts with whom I had the pleasure of her company this evening. I feel that I am turning into some kind of travel writer and really want to share my experiences far away from home here in Bangkok escorts country. I want it to be a ‘warts and all’ catalogue of events, not just an endless stream of sexually explicit diaramas of me getting my rocks of with all manner of escorts and bar girls. I think that would wear pretty thin very quickly and lose your attention quite rapidly. Maybe I am flattering myself to even think for one minute that anyone is even bothering to read my diary but hey, even if no one is reading it, it’s certainly quite relaxing and enjoyable writing it.
Ok, back to the fruit loop of an escort of this evening. I have to admit that I have had a liaison or two with the Thai escort in question in the past. I thought it would be quite novel to give her a free-reign and take on the mantel of a Rogue Traders-type of situation. I had a feeling she would not disappoint in this scenario. She has been off the scene on my last two visits to Thailand, and judging by my previous exploits with her I thought that maybe she had had so many bad reports on her behaiviour filtering back to her bar from other disgruntled punters, that she had queered her pitch and been given her marching orders and spiralled off into oblivion and the Thai escorts equivalent of cyberspace. For instance, either stopped plying her trade altogether or working in one of the less salubrious establishments or
indeed working on the streets.
Needless to say, she is as pretty as a picture, very slim and nice sized, well-shaped tits. I hope it does not sound too crass in these times of austerity, which I am sure has affected the accessibility in high-price London when it comes to having a liaison with escorts from the Asian sub-continent, but I am very fortunate on this my tenth trip to Bangkok escorts heaven, to have quite a good supply of cash. Believe me, it has not always been that way but this time I do have quite a bit of cash to squander. Hence I thought I would allow her a full head of steam and see just how far she would go in ripping me off. I really wish I could show you guys some photos of her so you knew who to be wary of. I owe that to all punters associated with Asian Options who were good enough to publish my diary in the first place. Then again, that might not be entirely fair on the young lady in question. I will leave you to be the judge of that.
Ok, so here we are in the Rainbow Go-go bar on the ground floor of the Nana Plaza Entertainment Complex. I think it’s Rainbow 3 (there are quite a few Rainbow bars but it’s the one in the top right hand corner) It is one of the very few bars where you definitely cannot smoke inside (quite rare in Bangkok) so there I was, having a peaceful fag outside when the young lady in question appeared as if by magic from behind the curtains that are the entrance to the Rainbow bar. You have to understand that she really is a bit special in the looks and body department and the allure is quite strong and the immediate stirring in my loins ensued. If not for her naughty behaiviour, she would be a big hit in London and make loads of dosh. Believe you me, she knows the attraction she has to blokes like me and plays it for all it’s worth. Can’t blame her in that respect I suppose. I expressed my surprise at seeing her and allowed myself to be dragged into the bar by her and it was at this point I decided to take on my undercover reporting mantle.
Sure enough, I ended up buying her, her floor manager and quite a few of her mates quite a few drinks. I hate to say it but it was constant hard-on from the word go (Viagra-induced, I am not as young as I used to be but more on that subject later). I was running a bit low on cash so I said to her that I would give her what I had (about £50), plenty I thought to buy drinks and bar-fine her, and she could manage the flow of spending whilst in the bar and see us safely back to my hotel and a cash-replenishment. Right on cue, £20 found it’s way into her bra. The money grabbing had begun in earnest!!! She was a little crestfallen when she realised she would have to part with this £20 to settle up the bar bill before we left. It was about 2am which is when the bar closes and we made our exit. Her first (and expected) request was to go and get something to eat. Of course, she chose a very expensive Japanese restaurant but I went along with that to embellish this story to it’s fullest extent. Just before entering the restaurant she asked for £20 and pointed to the local 7-11 shop and a street vender selling fried chicken on the other side of the road. Not going to get much change from my £20 here!!! This Asian escorts audacity certainly ranks very high on the audacity list. For f***s sake, why on earth did she want to buy fried chicken when we were just about to go into a Japanese restaurant?
I settled myself in the Japanese restaurant and after about 10 minutes, she reappeared out from the the 7-11 convenience store with two fully-laden carrier bags and then went to the fried chicken vendor to clear him out of his remaining stock. When she seated herself beside me in the restaurant I peered into her carrier bags and it was like she had done her weekly shop at my expense!!! She was not disappointing in her expected behaiviour to colour my story to it’s full potential. The fried chicken she told me was for her friend when she got home. Probably her boyfriend living off her earnings. She then proceeded to order half the menu and two massive great big cocktails. How the fuck is she going to get that lot into her slim little frame I thought?!!! She then ate about 10% of what she had ordered and the remainder of course was packed up for her to take away. F**k me, she was really going for it!!!
The fried chicken she told me was for her friend when she got home. Probably her boyfriend living off her earnings. She then proceeded to order half the menu and two massive great big cocktails. How the fuck is she going to get that lot into her slim little frame I thought?!!! She then ate about 10% of what she had ordered and the remainder of course was packed up for her to take away. F**k me, she was really going for it!!!She was, at every given opportunity, proving that she would be most unwelcome in the Asian escorts London environment. Girls in London would never get away with behaving like this, that’s for sure. There was more to follow, her skulduggery still in full flow. At this point, my memory harked back to earlier days with this Thai escorts escapades and I remembered that she normally did not have any ID and it was difficult to gain her entrance into my hotel. I questioned her about this and she showed me a photo copy of what was probably some other Thai escorts property. Consequently, at this point, it was still not actually guaranteed that I would get a shag out of all this disproportionate spending. My God, how many other daft blokes like me had she conned in the past?!!! She said that for £10 she could get a taxi to her home and pick up her own ID. Yeah right. Luckily my hotel has a side entrance so we scuttled down this dimly-lit road and managed to bypass the receptionist and the formalities of producing ID for my charming, sweet little Thai escorts benefit.
At this point, my memory harked back to earlier days with this Thai escorts escapades and I remembered that she normally did not have any ID and it was difficult to gain her entrance into my hotel. I questioned her about this and she showed me a photo copy of what was probably some other Thai escorts property. Consequently, at this point, it was still not actually guaranteed that I would get a shag out of all this disproportionate spending. My God, how many other daft blokes like me had she conned in the past?!!! She said that for £10 she could get a taxi to her home and pick up her own ID. Yeah right. Luckily my hotel has a side entrance so we scuttled down this dimly-lit road and managed to bypass the receptionist and the formalities of producing ID for my charming, sweet little Thai escorts benefit.So, we had made it back to my hotel room at which point I was about £100 lighter in the wallet department. All was going to plan to ensure this missive can be used for reference to help the more naive of punters in the future. My butter-wouldn’t-melt young Thai escort’s next move was to head for the shower. I was getting glimpses at this stage of her fascinating little body and quite hopefull of getting a half-descent shag out of the situation which I have of course engineered for the benefit of all my fellow punters!!! Lol. She came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and seductively slipped it off and crawled into bed. Right, my turn now for the shower. I was in and out of the shower as fast as I usually do whilst in the company of escorts Asian back in London town. scene so as not to impinge too much onto the the quite expensive by native Asian escorts standards time but not particularly relative to the time limits of the girls here in Bangkok.
Well the script was well and truely confirmed on my exit from the shower. She was lying in bed with a very calm and serene look on her face, loosely clutching the remote for the TV in her hand and yes, of course, as if you hadn’t guessed already, fast asleep. This girl really is at the top of her game tonight. Well, all had gone according to plan so I poured myself a large Scotch and proceeded to watch the events of hurricane Sandy unfolding on the BBC World news channel. My situation paled into insignificance compared to all the poor USA citizens and what they are having to go through at this point in time. 50 dead at the latest count.
There is one last little gem of this my little drama. In the morning we awoke at about 10am. She was full of apologies for falling asleep and then told me how tired she always was having to work so hard to support her nine-year-old son. The emotions got the better of her, the result of which, she burst into tears. A veritable Oscar-winning performance!!!! I went to the loo for about two minutes thinking oh well at least I am going to get a nice early morning sober shag. On my return to the bedroom, in this two-minute period, she had managed to get fully-dressed and gather all her shopping and was ready to leave. The icing on this very hard-to swallow-cake was that she then grabbed £40 which I had stupidly left by my side of the bed and made a cheery departure!!! This, my friends, is as bad as it gets whilst doing the escorts scene in Bangkok. I hope you all appreciated me letting it run it’s course to demonstrate just how bad things can get. I must stress that this is the total opposite end of the spectrum in what is otherwise the most fantastic place to come and enjoy the delights of Thai girls on their native soil. This story is true in every aspect and I hope it serves as a warning as to what can actually happen far away from what we are all used to expecting in London.
You may (or maynot) be wondering how events panned out today with my ‘goofy’ and thusfar unobtainable Thai escorts waitress. No change there I’m sorry to say so all in all a not overly-successful day. Also, have not quite managed to fit in my long-overdue visit to the Grand Palace. Far more important things to do!!!
Tomorrow I would like to touch upon the use of Viagra, the 2am shut-down of most of the bars and the importance of the girls handing in their ID at your hotel’s reception desk.Nighty Nighty.
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Third and final installment
Mike’s punting story: third and final installment . . . .
So, I had crossed the invisible but very real and not imagined line of being a punter, to being an integral part of the London Asian escorts scene. It may not seem much to onlookers but it was proving to be quite a life-changing event for yours truely. I had kept track of the amount of times that I had paid for the pleasure of Sarah’s company. It came to the staggering amount of 36 visits which in fiscal terms works out at £5400. It depends which way you look at it but if you try to rationalise it to make youself feel not too bad about it if you can. 36 events that were unique and genuinely fantastic. Some things you just cannot put a price on but this stingy old git has a habit of veering towards this mind-set. I think to myself, would it be at all possible to have gleaned that much pleasure out of a cruise in a first-class cabin for 3 weeks, island-hopping around the Caribbean? Hmmm, I don’t think so, especially as I would have been sexually frustrated for a substantial proportion of the cruise oggling at the bikini-clad brigade lounging around on the sun-decks all day. Would it have been possible to have that much pleasure out of buying a car for £5400? Most definitely not!!! So there we have it – I have convinced you, the reader (if there are any readers of my ramblings) and more importantly, myself, that it was indeed the best money I have ever spent.
Well, now looming up on the unstoppable horizons of reality, there were some big decisions to make. Do I love Sarah or am I in love with the ‘idea’ of being in love with Sarah. Do I love her for her personality and would it be a relationship built on mutual respect and love or was it just the infatuation I felt for Sarah and the new lifestyle that happenstance had lured me into? I may have mentioned this before but my life seemed to be working on two parallel levels. There was this amazing new life that I had discovered and my old life which, due to the ending of my long-term ‘conventional’ relationship now merely consisted of going to work, seeing my daughter and granddaughter occasionally and going back to my little bedsit I had rented close to my place of employment every night and dreaming of being with Sarah. I’m not too much up on classical literature but was my life a bit like The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe where one took a few steps and one found oneself in the fantasy land of Narnia. You may think I am being a bit over-dramatic but this is just me trying to get across how I felt at this, one of the most important cross-roads of my life.
Decision time
I was finding it difficult to concentrate at work, which only a short time ago was the centre of my universe and a job that I honestly enjoyed getting up for everyday and going to. It had all started to become a bit bland and all I could think about was when my working day was over and I could return to ‘Narnia’!!!
Right, decision time. You know that feeling you get when you go on holiday sometimes and would dearly love to go and live there? Then you realise that the location of your vacation is a fantastic, vibrant, throbbing place when you are there in the middle of summer but then common sense tells you that the situation may be totally juxtaposed on a cold Tuesday evening in November? Well, that was my train of thought at this given moment in time.
Sarah inadvertently made my decision-making a little easier by professing that she was quite tired of her way of life, being involved with Asian escorts in London and would very much like to try a fresh start in a new area, for example, my town of residence, 30 miles or a 30 minutes train ride, west of London. Treading very carefully before embarking on this our first tangible step to be together, I decided to go for it. Now, I am not a stupid man, but I am also aware that when faced with life-changing decision,s one can tend to over-think the situation and end up going nowhere until it’s too late.
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I was not short of a few bob as I had quite a substantial amount of wonga in the bank after the sale of my house. However, I was not about to throw it all away merely just to buy myself a slice of the escorts scene and all things Asian on a permanent basis. To this effect, I suggested to Sarah that she get a flat in my home town and do the same job from there on the back of me sorting out some advertising in the local free-ads newspaper. Sarah readily jumped at the idea which convinced me that she was not just after a free ride but actually did have some genuine feelings for me and was prepared to ‘do her bit’ financially and in doing so instilling in me some confidence about our future together.
I managed to find her a nice little one-bedroomed flat a few minutes walk away from the house that I was in the process of buying. I did not want to leave my money in the bank for too long in case property prices started to rise and my savings would slowly be rendered less effective in the property-buying market. Well, the story gets a little boring now (as if it were possible to get any more boring!!!) and for a few months all was hunky-dory and our relationship was growing stronger. There was still the issue that the girl I was in love with (well and truely by now) was still being shagged by all and sundry. Sometimes she quite matter-of-factly described some of the goings on with her punters but I explained that I really did not wish to know, good or bad, the details of her times spent with her customers. Being outside of London the market in my home town is more of the £60-70, 30 minutes range and often, the customers are not quite so well-heeled as they are in London.
So far, so good. I suppose it had crossed my mind that taking Sarah out of her environment in London where the nucleus of her friends and community were, may cause some problems in the form of her becoming a bit isolated and bored. After all, she was only getting 3 or 4 customers a day and the rest of her time was spent sleeping and waiting for me to get home from work. I suggested she invited a few of her Asian escort friends to maybe visit and/or stay with her to alleviate her feelings of boredom and isolation.
Hence bagan the migration of quite a large slice of London escorts establishing the first embryonic stages of a new community arriving in my home town. Lucky town!!!
Common-law-wife
I finally moved into my new two-bedroomed flat which was quite nice and proved to be quite a magnet to Sarah and her friends. It was on the ground floor and the patio kitchen doors opened up onto a very nice enclosed communal gardens shared by 12 flats in a two-story layout. We decided that it was time for Sarah to stop escorting and move in with me and I would take care of her as my common-law wife. I think that here started the next major chapter of our relationship. My flat certainly had it’s fair share of ribaldry and orgy-like goings-on over the next few years!!!! My story is still in full swing and some very interesting times lay ahead . . .
You may by now be thinking that I have fallen into that well-publicised trap of getting hitched-up with a Thai girl and she is about to fleece me for everything that I own. I was lucky. Nothing could be further from the truth, but I have to say I was one of the lucky ones. I have mentioned before the calamatous situations that some poor buggers have found themselves in and being stripped of all their precious assets by an unscrupulous South East Asian girl.
£300 a month
I have always believed that it’s not right to generalise about any group of people, whether it be nationality, race, creed, gender, religion or colour. There’s good and bad in everyone. Sarah’s only real agenda was that she sent home £300 a month to her family who I must admit were by no means destitute. However she did have a son by an absent Thai father that her mother and father were taking care of. It does often surprise me how girls from such a family-orientated society can find it within themselves to leave their much-loved family to seek their fortune abroad so that said family does not want for anything. I am not one to judge as I am by no means morally perfect. My personal finances made the request for £300 a month seem quite reasonable. As with a lot of ex Thai escorts who have landed themselves a nice European man (that’s me)!!! they are always after a bit extra, but only in a polite and sometimes quite amusing way. You will hear that their Great Aunt’s cousin’s brother’s pet dog is sick and £100 is desperately needed to save the poor mutt’s life. You soon get wise to these sometimetimes ficticious situations and learn to compromise and keep everyone happy. Trust me, I’ve heard them all.
Gradually, some of Sarah’s friends, who had visited us whilst they were still active on the London Asian escorts scene, began to take a liking to Sarah’s new way of life. It appeared to them that after the hectic lives that they lead in London with the astronomically high rents and those who prey on Asian escorts girls’ vulnerable situations, my home town seemed like an attractive viable alternative. Yes, they would not earn so much in their chosen profession, but the living expenses would reflect favourably in exchange for a better quality of life. My town is quite big and only 30 minutes by train from London so they were not totally isolated from their previous existence.
When our new little community was quite well-established, many parties, shenanagins and skuldugery ensued. I often found myself in bed with two of Sarah’s mates having their wicked way with me only for Sarah to walk into the room, start laughing and joining in!!! One of her better mates actually moved into my apartment’s second bedroom on a permanent basis and plied her trade from there. A cheap ad in the local free-ads newspaper and off she went into the half-hour quickie market which I think between the three of us we marketed quite well. She was a lovely-looking girl and I think when punters walked through the door they weren’t expecting escorts of the Asian London type of girl to greet them in this backwater and often stayed for an hour or longer and she built up quite a sound regular client-base and all was rosey in the garden. The three of us had quite an open relationship and I always deliberately left the bathroom door open whilst taking a bath, knowing full-well Sarah’s mate would come in and give me an impromptu blow-job. Life was good.
Christmas
The first Christmas we had a total of 12 Thai girls stay in my home. I made them all stockings of small presents and made sure they all had a totally English traditional Christmas including a full roast Turkey dinner. Unfortunately not many of them could get through the stupidly gargantuan portions I had prepared but only half an hour later the old pessel and motar bowl was out and they were preparing some tongue-scorching papaya salad!!! Oh well, I tried my best.
I did it once but never again. It was a great Christmas and one that I never would have imagined I would be a part of two years ago when I was ‘Mr Normal’.
Also during this time, Sarah discovered a penchant for football and after a few visits to my hometown club in South East London she was hooked. We are not a glamerous team and lose more than we win so I thought it was a tribute to Sarah’s character that she could enjoy the day at football – win, lose or draw. On one occasion we were sat at the front and about 20 yards away from 3000 Man City fans. We equalised in the last minute and she stood up and beckoned them to all come and fight her!!! It was quite a staid part of the ground not reknowned for voiciferous support so she really stood out and made me really proud of her insomuch that she had also taken on the ‘tribal’ attributes of being a true football fan – bless her!!!
Oh, by the way, in case you are wondering, my escorting habits had not died down and I had found some nice little flats out of which worked a plentiful supply of Chinese escorts. I particularly love Chinese escorts purely because they consider it unlucky to shave off their bushes. I am a big fan of a nice hairy old growler nestling in a cute Chinese escorts knickers. A lot of my mates say I am an old pervert because of this particular sexual trait of my personality. I would have it that there are a lot of ‘closet’ hairy escort lovers out there who, because of current social sexual trends are afraid to ‘come out’. This is based on emperical evidence that there are thousands of ‘hairy’ websites so there must be a demand for it. And in any case, is a shaven pussy not ‘childlike’ hence making a lot of punters paedophiles? I’m only joking, I do also enjoy the odd shaven pussy.
The next big event was the arrival of her friend who we will call Sally.Then the fun really started . . .
Sally
Sally arrived in my home town at about 3am in the morning. Just to set the scene, Sarah had matter-of-factly informed me that Sally had a nice set of jugs and was very hairy down-under. I think from the moment of that casual description, my heckles were up and I could not wait to meet her, being a big fan of the more hirsute and natural hairy old growler that Sally may be hiding in her pants. Anyway, that was just my private thoughts which obviously I shared with no one.
Sally’s journey went something like this: She flew from Bangkok to Johannesburg to Madrid to Paris and then Dublin. She then caught a bus over the border to Northern Ireland and flew from Belfast to Manchester. She then paid £300 for a black cab to bring her to a retail park on the outskirts of my town, just west of London, where we met a very tired and bedraggled-looking, hopefully soon to be member of the Asian London escorts scene, Sally.
She didn’t look overly attractive but who would after the journey she had just undertaken to get to the hallowed land of milk and honey and all the trappings of success and happiness that this new chapter in her life purported to bring.
Pastures new
I have to admit that on first sight, Sally did not look overly attractive, but thereagain, she had undergone the journey from hell to get to our hallowed shores. We took her back to my place where she was to stay while she became acclimatized for a few days. I have to admit that as I was still a bit engaged by proxy with the escort scene, my roving eye had not closed shut entirely to the prospect of further incursions onto pastures new, even though it was a very good friend of my girlfriend’s.The hairy bush and nice tits were proving to be too much of an attraction hence my initial interest in Sally.
During this period of time I was quite confused as to where my life was headed or what I really wanted from it. It had been quite a few years since my initial incursion into the escorts scene and what had at first been a fantastic discovery and a brand new experience for me had now kind of transcended into something somewhat akin to the domesticated life that I had originally sought to get away from. Don’t get me wrong, it was still quite exciting hanging out with young Thai escorts, taking them to discos and all that, but I felt that the original excitement was slightly diluted having crossed the imaginary but very real barrier from punter to escort’s partner. This is, I think, what made the urge to have my wicked way with Sally quite strong and I had the feeling it was going to land me in a whole load of trouble with Sarah as it obviously would, as Sally and Sarah had been friends since their youth and Bangkok escorting days.
Well, it would appear that things were about to take a strange twist that would ultimately lead me into Sally’s fully-thatched gusset. By this stage of the proceedings Sarah and I had got married, which is the usual start to gaining a permanent visa for a Thai escorts girl although as we later found out it was not a guarantee. After paying God knows how much in lawyer and barrister fees, we were told in no uncertain terms that as Sarah and I had not been living together for the mandatory two years, she was not entitled to permanent UK residency. This in effect meant that she had to go back to Thailand. However, as the months went by, there was no sign of her being forcibly removed, so we kind of settled into a routinely life with me going to work every day and Sarah basically living the life of luxury at home, twiddling her thumbs and getting up to all sorts of shenanaggins with her Thai mates. Please don’t think I am implying that Sarah was a bad person, quite the contrary, but the situation was just that she really didn’t have much to keep her occupied.
Old customers
I heard through the grapevine that she had been seeing some of her old customers to earn some extra wonga and this did not upset me, as it was all money that was sent home to her family, which, as discussed before, is the primeval instinct of all Asian girls working as escorts living and working abroad. I think it was then that I realised that I didn’t really love Sarah as it did not upset me that she was shagging around for whatever reason. I began to think that we were going nowhere and that I had strayed too far off the path of my new-found excitement in life which was basically shagging any pretty young Asian girl that I wanted.
Anyway, life has a way of sorting these things out for you if you just sit back and wait. I think that the biggest problem in our relationship was that I just spent far too much time at work. I had worked in the printing trade for 35 years and the nature of my job was such that you went home when the work was completed and not before.
Sarah, Sally and her other friend got into the habit of going to the local pub every night and playing pool with all the local lads, who were of course overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of three very pretty Thai girls that had appeared as if by magic into their drab, local boozer. Well I think that you can guess what happened next. I came home from work late one night and Sarah was eating but not with the usual enthusiasm that she usually consumed her food. I asked her what was wrong and she started to cry and told me she had fallen in love with someone else. I know it sounds quite callous, but I was in fact heartily relieved. So, to cut a long story short, we seperated and she went to live with her new boyfriend that she had met down the pub. At that time he had no idea that she was once part of the escorts scene in London and I wasn’t about to let on to that fact. In fairness to Sarah, she did not ask me for any money and I had to force £1000 on her to make sure she was ok for the immediate future as her new boyfriend was not the wealthiest of chaps.
So, quite a succinct and neat ending to my relationship with the lovely Sarah. A few days after her announcement I paid a visit to the pub where her new romance had blossomed. I was also quite a regular there myself and when I walked in, her new boyfriend recognised me and I think he thought he was in for a bit of a pasting. Not my style. I simply walked up to him and introduced myself, shook his hand and told him that everything was cool. I did not let on that inside I was actually quite grateful that he had stepped in and indirectly set me back on the right road which was to have further interaction with more beautiful Asian girls. I then had only one thing on my mind. Getting into Sally’s pants!!! This all sounds quite heartless but I had to be truthful with myself and do what I really wanted to do with my life. I had already raised a family and did not intend to stagnate into a domestic antiquity just yet. There was still a lot of life left in the old todger for me to proceed down into that cul-de-sac of life.
Fast forward
Let us fast forward a few weeks to when the dust had settled and the dynamics of my social group had changed somewhat. We still all went to the same pub and remained great friends and one thing that Sarah could not give up was her love of the football team that I had introduced her too. Hence, I still took her to football every two weeks and we remained close buddies. Quite unheard of in this day and age where seperating couple are at eachothers throats. Ahhh, I hear you say. Well, that’s happily just the way it was and still is to this day. We still meet up regularly and she has had a bonnie little baby daughter with her new partner in life of whom I am very fond of. All three of them!!! Back to the story. We had all developed a penchant for a certain night club in town and me being the oldest swinger in town, tagged along with them all. I dabbled in the new found recreational substances and we all had some amazingly fantastic nights, with sly old me edging closer and closer to Sally as the weeks went by. Sally had originally come to England to join the London Asian escorts circuit but she seemed quite happy working in my town and never seemed to want to progress onto pastures new. I felt that I had to tell Sarah how I felt about Sally as they were best buddies and the last thing I wanted to do was cause any friction amongst any of us. Being the wonderful girl that Sarah was (and still is) she gave me her blessing to pursue a romantic liaison with Sally.
It was one of these substance-fuelled nights at our local night club when it all really kicked-off. We were all having a fantastic night and I put my arm around Sarah and wouldn’t you just know it, she told me in no uncertain terms to f**k off!!! Well, I think I realised then that my feelings were not going to be reciprocated but it didn’t quite turn out that way. She ambled across to Sarah, obviously to report my less than welcome amourous advances. After a while, Sally came back to where I was sitting and proceeded to snog my face off for about ten minutes. So, it would appear that the only thing that was worrying her was how Sarah might have felt, but after Sarah had given her permission, bless her, it was all systems go!!! I felt quite invigorated and excited at how the night would turn out. I was not to be disappointed. This night had everything. We all went back to Sally’s place at about 5am and began a second round of recreational substance merriment. It was probably the best night I had had for many a year. Whilst at Sally’s, their other friend (also a former member of the Asian escorts London scene) had a big fight with her English boyfriend but this somehow just added to the entertainment. By about 10am we were all pretty exhausted and decided to go to bed. Sally took me to her room and I will never forget the sight of the most amazing, hairy old growler when I slipped off her knickers and I plunged my tongue as deep inside as was possible. She came immediately and I was not far behind as we were in the sixty-nine position and she was giving me an expert blow job. Wow, what a night!!!! We all woke up at about 5pm with awful hangovers and headaches. This unbelievable night did not then lead into a serious relationship with Sally. We had a bit of fun for a few months and then went our seperate ways.
I think this really is a good place to end my punting story involving UK-based London escorts. I had had the most fulfilling few years of my life and just a chance remark from Sarah one day unwittingly sparked the next chapter of my involvement with the wonderful world of Thai girls. She said to me: Mike, why don’t you go to Thailand for a holiday? I think you would really enjoy it . . . . . . . !!!!!
Thanks for reading, Mike – London.
Second instalment
Mid-life crisis . . . I think not!!!
By this time, as you can well imagine, I was well and truely ensconced in the escorts scene in London, mainly with the Asians fraternity. Bayswater escorts, Earls Court escorts, South Kensington escorts, Notting Hill escorts, Paddington escorts, Edgware Road escorts, Marylebone escorts in fact escorts from Asian climes in general, was beginning to become my whole life and I had never been happier. At work I was a minor celebrity with all my tales, exploits and conquests being openly discussed with chosen colleagues, many of whom I think were slightly envious of my new lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t actually achieving anything on merit, merely enjoying the most of my new found freedom brought about by the ending of my long-term ‘traditional’ relationship. I think that in the back of my mind and going by national trends, it was only a matter of time before a few of my fascinated mates would soon be peopling the escorts scene of which chronologically, I just happened to be the pioneer.
It got to the stage that If I could have afforded it, I would have been at it every night. I was a bit flush with cash having sold the house and having quite a good job, but I did not lose sight of the fact that there was a possibility that it could get out of hand. I have always lived by the adage: ‘Live for today but don’t ignore tomorrow’. Hence I did show a bit of restraint and kept it down to two or three visits per week. These escort girls were to be a big part of my life, but not the be-all-and-end-all of my existence. Sensible eh? At least that was the plan. Oft the plans of mice and men . . .
At this point, I was in full swing and felt immortal in my new world of escorting as a hobby/pasttime. I had had the pleasure of spending time with some great-looking girls and felt that there would be no end to my new found heaven. What was just around the corner, I did not see coming . . .
All change . . .
I was browsing one of my well-established Asian escort agencies that I had used many times in the past when the sight of a particular girl caught my eye. She was not giving that look of ‘hey, look at me. Am I not just about the most sexy of Asian escorts you have ever seen?’. There was an absence of that usual pouting, sensual ‘come on and f**k me if you dare’ kind of look. It was more of a serious look that purveyed a sense of a ‘devil may care’ attitude and that she was not bothered one way or the other whether she got booked for an intimate romp or not. I felt that the gauntlet had been thrown down merely by her body language in her photos and my mind was made up that I needed to ‘conquour’ this young lady sexually and also to get to know her on maybe a deeper level. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but she just fascinated me and I just had to know more about this young, sensuous, girl’s life. It wasn’t purely sexual like all of my usual liaisons. There was something else.
I went along to see her the next evening. This particular escort agency had always served me well in the past and they assured me she was an ‘ok’ kind of girl. On meeting her, she was every bit as pretty as her photos and although her sRelationshipervice was good, it was only on a par with the usual fayre served up by this and indeed all the other main agencies that were on the scene at that particular point in time. There was however a certain chemistry between us which was helped by the fact that her English was quite good compared to my at that stage, nearly non-existent, Thai linguistic skills (not that they are overly brilliant even now after eight years of peopling the London Asian escorts arena).
Relationship brewing
Our relationship deveoped into more than I had been used to up to this point. I had not at this stage partaken in any other dynamic or situation other than visiting the escorts of my choice, said a cheery goodbye and then made may way back to my more conventional life. It was a bit like a magical door had been opened and whenever I stepped through that door I was in a kind of magical wonderland.
Anyway, after about six visits, when our session was over she asked me to go up a few floors of the building in which she lived to have a beer and a chat with some of her fellow escorting mates. Such is my normally boring and predictable life, it felt that I had been invited into a magical social circle of which I had never dreamt I would be privy too. I walked into her mate’s room and immediately recognised four of her six mates as girls from various Asian agencies who I had indeed shagged in the not too distant past. My former conquests recognised me and had a little giggle amongst themselves in a quite openly non-conspiratorial way. The girl who I was falling for we will call ‘Sarah’ just to give her a label and seperate her from all the other Asian escorts in my new social circle of friends. Sarah also laughed at the situation and assured me it was no big deal to be in a room where I had shagged most of the occupants. The two of the six girls in the room that I had not had intimate relationships with, I recognised as girls from other Asian agencies that I had had my eye on for some some time and were most definitely on my wish-list. Here I was confronted with the first negative in this otherwise very exciting and uplifting new chapter in my life. These two girls were now out-of-bounds. 
Still, quite a small price to pay for the privilidged raising of my status in the world of my Asian lovelies. Still felt a bit gutted, but I dismissed this as being greedy and told myself that I can’t have it all ways. There were also a few English guys in the room who seemed to be romantically attached to some of the girls present. Were they thinking the same as me? We had all probably shagged eachother’s girlfriends at some point, although I have to point out that at this stage, Sarah was not my girlfriend. This did not prevent a few pangs of probably unfounded jealousy rise up inside me, especially as some of the guys present were quite handsome. My God, what a complicated situation I had landed myself in via my new hobby?!!!!
Welcomed
The experience of being involved on the other side of the fence of Asian escort agencies was becoming apparent. Yes it felt nice to be welcomed into the their community as up until now, as a punter, I was held at arm’s length until I generated some solid trustworthy relationships with the girls, usually by shagging them on several occassions. It was also at this point that I suddenly became aware of some of the downsides of this ‘privilidged’ position. Having developed feelings for Sarah, the inevitable pangs of jealousy came searing to my emotional surface. Up until now, I had been Jack the lad and humping anything that moved without any kind of emotional attachment. Now, every night when it was time to go back to my more conventional life, the drives home were not spent revelling in feelings of triumph at the ‘conquests’ of the evening, but thoughts of what Sarah would be doing with other blokes later that evening and during the following day.
In the ensuing months, I did gradually get used to the idea that if I was not prepared to financially support Sarah then it was her only way of making a living. To point out what a rollercoaster of a life I had signed up for, if the jealousy did get a bit too much, I could always go and shag another beautiful Asian girls without Sarah knowing and that seemed to level the emotional playing field a bit. I think the worst times were when we were all gathered in one of the girl’s flats, eating, cavorting and making merry and one of the mobiles rang (there always seemed to be about a hundred lying around the place) and it was one of the escort agencies with a job for Sarah. If we were in Sarah’s flat, we all had to make our way to another of the girls’ flats or if not in Sarah’s flat she had to quickly take her leave and go and get ready for the next punter that would be knocking at her door. I’m sure all the other guys present felt the same but in a way it was a feeling of shame that you weren’t supporting your girlfriend financially and she was still having to do that herself. I think that there was an unwritten creed that dictated that whosoever’s girl it was that was called away, subtle words or glances of compassion were aimed in your direction to make you feel not quite so isolated. Even worse was when I actually drove Sarah to some of her ‘outcalls’ to save her taxi fare. Most uncomfortable my friends, but the scales were tipped in favour of my new lifestyle otherwise I would not have stuck it out. I think it did become easier as time went by. After all, when you form a relationship with any Asian escort, at least you know from the very start what you are letting yourself in for. Spare a thought for the poor f*****s who met their escort girlfriends outside of the Asian escorts London scene and then found out later what their chosen profession was!!!! I witnessed this on acouple of occassions and it was not a pretty sight. I still to this day know a girl who used to be a bloke but had had total gender re-assignment who after nine months has still not told her boyfriend that when he is rimming her, he is actually licking a bloke’s arse!!! That is one reason I could still not have intimate relationships with a girl of this classification. No matter how pretty she was and how womanly all the hormones had made her, she could not complete the deal and have her bloke’s arse transplanted with a women’s arse. Well I suppose she could but highly unlikely.
So, that’s the situation I had progressed to. It was all still very intersting and fascinating for me to be a part of this strange little community on the other side of the escort agencies trading scenario.
Unwanted attentions
Well, things settled down a bit after that and once I’d got used to the idea that Sarah was only having ‘cold heart’ sex with punters my social activities were 100% ensconced in my new little group of friends. This involved many parties and going to night clubs the sort of which I had been absent from since the halcyon days of my youth, long forgotten deep in the annals of time. I think I adapted pretty well, even though I say so myself!! Yes, I danced like a computer salesman on a night out with the boys but hey, who cares, it was fun. I would often find myself in the situation of being in a swanky night club with four or five stunningly beautiful Thai girls. What other clubgoers thought, I shudder to think. but I think the general consensus was that I was some kind of ‘pimp’ treating his hareem of girls to a night out on the town. Of course this was not true. Strangely, or maybe not so strangely, the girls were not at all interested in the unwanted attentions of many a frisky young male. They merely wanted to dance and have a good time with eachother. I suppose it’s a bit like air hostesses not wanting to fraternise with members of the general public, after being stuck on a plane with them for the past twelve hours. This was a situation when the girls wanted to forget about their London Asian escorts committments and the kind of work that they do and just chill out. It became quite apparent that my role was indeed that of chaperone and discouraging all the young bucks. I usually managed to dance with them until 1 or 2pm, but after that I would seek out some kind of seated refuge and follow proceedings from there. Very relaxing and a million miles away from my social-life of a year ago. I was learning more and more about the escort way of life and this led me to start seriously thinking about my relationship with Sarah, which I had to admit was erring a bit on the ‘serious’ side.
Part 1
From Day 1 . . .
Sent in by Mike from London
My earliest memories of punting emanate from the days when prostitution took on a new guise and published itself under the banner of ‘escorting’. Some friends and I at work discovered that there were actually websites with glossy, professionally produced photos of girls of all nationalities offering their services to you with a menu of what they were prepared to do. These terms were often acronyms or abbreviations with a link to a glossary of terms as to their exact meaning. Obviously these escort
websites were peppered with disclaimers pointing out that you were only paying for the girls time, but if you were fortunate enough to get intimate with your chosen ‘escort,’ these discriptions of their repertoire were what was actually on offer. Brilliant!!! Like you were going to pay upwards of £150 to sit in a girl’s apartment and chat about the weather for an hour after parting with your hard-earned cash!!! Yeah, right . . .
So, the scene was set and a whole new world was opened up to your average guy on the street and the bar was raised, giving prostitution a whole new scenario within which to operate. Escorting and websites have helped to differentiate between girls who walk the streets and girls who have managed to get their lives together. Without being too judgmental, it is pretty safe to assume that nowadays the girls walking the streets have drug and or health problems thereby instantly creating a visual panorama for us punters to punt safely and steer clear from the seedier side of sexual gratification. Escorting and chosing girls from a website advertising Asian girls working as escorts has led to the opening of a mighty chasm between street-walking girls who give you a hand job or contortionist sex in the rear section of your Ford Sierra, and girls who have set themselves up in a flat or bedsit (usually nicely decorated and with a welcoming candle-lit ambience, a classic trait amongst Asian girls working the escorts scene) and hey presto, all us frustrated blokes were in for a whole new lifestyle. Moralists would argue that this would be a sure-fire path to the disintegration of marital bliss as we know it. I would argue to the contrary. This new-found freedom and ease with which Joe public could now have access to really tasty girls that in the past they could only oggle at when they walked past them in the street, was the beginning of escorting as we know it today. Many of my fellow punters have stated that visiting escorts had actually saved their mind-numbingly (sexually) boring relationships from ending up in divorce and all the lifestyle changes that go with it, ie financial ruination, only seeing the kids at the weekend and living in a sordid bedsit in the back of beyond.
Not real love
Once we learned that these Asian escort girls were not actually falling in love with us and that they were merely an escape from reality for a short while, I think the majority of us saw the whole thing in the correct perspective and were able to enjoy it for what it really was. Personally speaking, I have had the most beautiful young arses and pussies within tongues reach, that ten years ago I could only have dreamed about. My whole experience as a punter has without doubt made me a more whole and complete person and generally I feel an aura of peace within my world because I have not lived my life as a frustrated old git longing after young pussy that were never going to look twice at me, let alone let me make love to them.
Ok, there have been times when I have booked on an Asian girl and it wasn’t the greatest of escorts experiences, but that’s a bit like expecting every restaurant you visit to be perfect everytime. I am not exagerating or boasting in any way, but I would estimate that I have been with over 200 escorts which I think allows me to wax somewhat poetically about my experiences. I feel sorry for the guys whose first venture into the world of South East Asian girls choosing escorting was not that good and were put off, never to return. Personally I have stuck with Oriental escorts for probably 95% of my visits. Most of these girls were from Thailand where it is quite the ‘norm’ for a young girl to get hitched-up with an older guy. I am no oil painting (even in my younger days) but it has left me somewhat dumbfounded the amount of times, really pretty girls have insisted on deep, throat-searching, French kissing when I truely would not have expected it. This kind of intimacy I have not experienced when I have strayed from the fold and tried Western or Eastern Bloc escorts.
My escorting days began when I ended a long relationship with an English girl. I was often asked why I ended it and the only reason I can come up with is boredom. I know I can’t turn the clock back, but I often wonder if we would still be living happily together had I started punting with escorts of the Asian variety sooner. I guess I will never know. And yes, in case you are wondering, I would have had absolutely no problem with my partner of that time visiting a male escort. Anyway, hindsight is a marvellous thing as they say . . .
Right and wrong
Being a punter and paying for sex with Asian escort girls (or any nationality for that matter) is not a question of right and wrong. If you rob someone or kill someone then for sure we definitely know that that is wrong because of the human suffering involved. If we give money to a charity or help someone less-fortunate than ourselves we can be pretty sure that that is the right thing to do because it spreads happiness and can change people’s lives, hopefully for the good. Some would quite rightly argue that there is such a thing as the ‘Greed of Giving’ whereby we only give for our own personal gratification but that’s a debate for another day. No one can in all truthfulness say that punting is right or wrong. It is a belief, a moral, or a matter of opinion. If done in the right way and in a safe environment then it beggars belief that even in this day and age, there are moralists and pious, self-righteous, so-called religious members of the public who would see an end to our glorious pasttime. In my humble opinion it is the guys (and girls) who are deep-down sexually frustrated with no chance of ever experiencing fantastic sexual pleasure, that are amongst the most fervent of objecters. Therefore I think we can safely say that there is nothing ‘wrong’ with punting and using the services of an escort. In the words of the famous meerkat – simple, innit . . .
As I have alluded to before, the majority of my punting and escorting experiences are limited to the paramaters of girls from Thailand (Asian escorts in London in particular). I even married one of them and had four very happy years with her before she ran off and left me for a younger guy. I blame myself for this for devoting too much of my time at work and letting her get bored. We are still the best of friends and still go to football together, as during our time together she became a staunch supporter of the same team as me. Don’t ask which team . . .
Reasons for choosing escorting as a profession
I think what sets Thai girls apart from escorts of other nationalities is their motive for getting involved in escorting. The average Thai escort girl who is above average in the looks and body stakes will tell you the same story. When I go to Bangkok and I’m on the prowl for a new bedfellow for the night, I veer away from asking the chosen young lady about herself and her family. It is always the same story and to tell the truth I get bored with their narrative of how they ended up working in a bar and doing this kind of work. Don’t get me wrong, I respect the girls situation but when you’ve heard the same story a thousand times it does get a little tedious. The aforementioned girls usually get pregnant when they are between 16-18, usually by their first ‘real’ boyfriend. In Thai culture, parenting generally errs on the side of being overprotective and is quite old-fashioned compared to Western standards. I suppose this is a good thing, but what happens when they are old enough to be given a certain amount of freedom, they are not emotionally mature enough to handle their new-found freedom, whereas physically they have grown into stunningly pretty young ladies and attract boys like the proverbial flies on s**t. Thereby they get pregnant and the boyfriend is normally not old enough or have the financial or emotional ability to take on the responsibilities of raising a family. The end result being that they disappear like a rat up a drainpipe leaving the girl to fend for herself. The sense of family is very strong in Thailand and the family will support the young pregnant girl and more often than not, the mother is more that happy to take on the child as her own. Knowing this fact, the young lady will then inform her family that she is going to work in the big city (usually Bangkok or thankfully for us the escorts scene in London on the Asian circuit) to earn money to send home to her family and new-born child.
She will probably tell her family that she has got a job as a waitress in a restaurant or some other kind of menial job, although I think they will more than likely have an inkling of what she is in fact actually doing, especially when large amounts of money start to appear in the family bank account. Consequently, the motive of all the girls that end up working in Go-Go and hostess bars is, in my opinion, a virtuous one. You also have to be aware that there is no national health service in Thailand. This brings about the situation where if someone in the family is ill or has an accident, they have to worry about how they will pay the hospital and doctor’s bills. So, all-in-all, the situation tends to suit everyone concerned. When the girls hit the escorts bar scene in Bangkok they can generally be said to have a great time without the constraints of their sheltered upbringing. This all bodes well for us punters if we are lucky enough to visit this magical city. If you can imagine that you are a beautiful girl who is regularly seen on the London club scene, then that is how you are treated when you visit the clubs and bars of Bangkok, even if you are in your fifties (as am I). You are swamped by keen and eager young Thai escorts girls, desperate for you to take them home for the night!!! I can remember the first night I was in Bangkok as if it were yesterday. There are two main areas for us punters to visit in Bangkok, which are about a twenty minute walk apart. Firstly is the Nana Plaza Entertainment Complex. There is only one way out and in. It is on Soi 4, off the main hustle and bustle of the Sukhamvit Road. You enter the complex and you come out into an open-air quadrangle with three storeys on each side. Each level is packed with bars and clubs that are full of gorgeous Thai escort girls.
Happy times!!!
You can enter any of these establishments free of charge and sit down and watch the girls performing on stage. They are clothed in varying degrees of undress varying from full dancing costumes, which are quite intricate and very pretty on the eye (usually made by the girls themselves) to totally stark bollock naked. My personal favourite is when they wear mini skirts with no panties and they continuosly keep flipping their skirts up to preview what you could be burying your face into later in the evening!!! My favourite bar is called Pretty Lady, which is on the ground floor on the left as you enter the open-air square. I have been to Thailand nine times and I have had some amazing nights in this particular bar as well as a few others in Nana.
My favourite bar is called Pretty Lady, which is on the ground floor on the left as you enter the open-air square. I have been to Thailand nine times and I have had some amazing nights in this particular bar as well as a few others in Nana.The girls in Pretty Lady are very friendly and dance on a mirrored stage so if you sit by the stage you have a full, uninhibited view of what is going on under the girls mini skirts!!! The majority of Go Go bars have terraced seating usually three or four rows high. I find it is best to start off sitting there as opposed to right by the stage. You can then have a quiet beer and get the vibes of the place and pick out a few of the girls who particularly take your fancy. The girls dance on stage for three or four records and then they swop with another set of girls who will then grace the performing area. The girls leaving the stage will then mingle with customers such as ourselves and hope that you will buy them a drink or two. They are not pushy and if a girl sits by you and you are not too keen on her, you can politely wave her away and she won’t be offended. All the girls have a number pinned onto their mini skirts. If you like the look of one, you can then tell the number to one of the bar staff who wander around the place. They will then go and get your chosen young lady and she will come and sit and chat with you. At this point it is customary to buy her what is referred to as a ‘lady drink’. The price is usually about £1.50 of which she gets to keep 50p. The girls are usually on a low basic salary and make up their money with lady drinks and whatever she earns when a customer takes her home for the night. A far cry from the London Asian escorts arena where if the girls are sensible they can earn an absolute fortune if they save their hard-earnt cash for their eventual return to Thailand.
Night time fun . . .
If you then decide that you would like to spend the night with her, you then have to pay what is known as a ‘bar fine’. This is normally about a tenner. This has to be paid because you are taking the girl away from the bar and the management lose the obvious assets of the girl for the night, along with any other revenue she may have generated for the bar. If you only want to take the girl for a ‘short time’ (one/two hours) you can expect to pay around £30. If you want to take her all night it is around £50. I call that pretty good value for money.
I could ramble on forever about the Pretty Lady bar but I guess you will just have to visit it yourself to see what I mean. One thing to be aware of though, if you are on a budget, is that while your getting nicely drunk, your bar bill can creep up if you buy too many drinks for the girls. They will usually ask you to buy their friend(s) a drink as well. Again, just politely refuse and all will be ok, the only consequence being that your celebrity status will diminish slightly.
Nana Plaza is a hive of activity and has about 30 establishments to choose from. Don’t be afraid to visit the ‘Ladyboy’ bars. They are great fun. I will talk about transexual girls later in this missive. If you don’t have a good time and get laid in Nana Plaza, then it won’t happen anywhere. It is quite easy to get carried away, especially after a few too many beers, but always remember to keep your eyes on your wallet and mobile phone. It is very rare that you will have a problem in this respect but you never know.
Bad experiences – they do happen
I did once have a bad experience in Nana Plaza but there again in our chosen hobby of Asian working escorts hunting, this can happen anywhere in the world. I chose a lady who was bubbly, fun and friendly in the bar. I bar-fined her and took her back to my hotel room. I went to have a shower and on returning she was fast asleep in the bed. I tried to explain to her that this was not exactly what I had in mind. To be fair she was very tired and would probably have performed in the morning but it was no good to me there and then. Then at this point she got a bit annoyed so I said I would pay her the £50 but she would have to leave so I could go out and get myself a more lively girl. She grumpily agreed to this and left. About ten minutes after she left, I discovered that my very expensive Sony Ericsson mobile had left with her. I put it down to experience and went back out and got myself another young lady which all turned out ok in the end. This has only happened to me once but it should serve as a warning should you ever visit Bangkok.
I said I wouldn’t ramble on but I lied!!
The other place that must not go unvisited if you want to truely sample the best Thai escorts/bar girls in Bangkok is Soi Cowboy. Soi is the Thai name for ‘street’ in case you were wondering. Soi Cowboy is a relatively short street that is entirely made up of Go Go/Hostess bars. Same kind of rules apply as Nana Plaza as indeed to all of the other establishments in Thailand. My first incursion into the heavenly delights that is Soi Cowboy was in a bar simply called Tony’s Bar. I was approached by a very pretty girl and then by her even prettier friend. I had knee-length shorts on and my abiding memory is of one girl sitting next to me and gently holding and stroking my member while I fondled the amazingly firm and smooth bum of the other. She had no panties on and I was given free range to explore her pussy and ‘rusty sheriff’s badge’. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I think also that at this point I subconsciously decided that I would never be able to go on holiday anywhere else in the world ever again. The mere thought of ever going on a banal package holiday to somewhere in the mediterranean was definitely now out of the question. Anyway, back to the girls. I could not decide which girl to bar fine and take back to my hotel, so I decided I would have to have a two-girl evening. I took the first one back and did the business, then returned and took the other one. Something I would like to point out is that the first girl said that if I paid an extra £10, I could have sex with her without a condom. Now I am sure all you seasoned punters realise the implications of this. She is already HIV positive or if not, she has been with other escort users who have taken her up on the offer and will sooner or later find herself with an STD of some sort. She was so pretty and young and believe you me I was tempted. Instead I asked her if her life was only worth £10? I told her she was being very silly and just gave her £20 on top of the original £30 and gave her a bit of a lecture like a father-to-daughter situation. However drunk and randy you are chaps, don’t do it. Always rubber-up!!! The second girl I took back that evening was heavenly. I have still got this vision of her pert little arse in my face in the ’69 position. I think I licked and sucked her little arse and pussy for a good hour. Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvverly.
The second girl I took back that evening was heavenly. I have still got this vision of her pert little arse in my face in the ’69 position. I think I licked and sucked her little arse and pussy for a good hour. Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvverly. A bit of history
A bit of boring history is that this street got started by an American guy who wore a Stetson opening a small bar and the street just grew and grew until it became the bastion of heavenly bliss that it is today. I have found in the past that it is best to stick to the smaller bars if you are on a budget. The bigger bars like Baccaras is a bit more for beer and barfine, but definitely go there and just buy yourself a beer and sit and watch the many gorgeous young ladies that are continuosly dancing for your pleasure.
While I think of it, something else to bear in mind is this: You may go to a bar and fall head-over-heels in love with a girl and then bar fine her for several nights. This is ok, but girls/escorts who work in the bars do develop strong friendships with the girls in the same bar. I mention this because if you start to get a bit bored with your current girl, your eyes may start roving to her ever-increasingly, pretty-looking mates. You will generally find that her mates will then not let you bar fine them as a statement of loyalty to your original conquest. I have found this to be extremely frustrating in the past. I admire the girls for their principals but it does mean you may miss out on a darn good shag. It is then time for you to move onto a new girl in a new bar and start again.
If you see a bell in a bar do not be tempted to ring it. If you ring that bell it is announcing that you want to buy everyone in the bar a drink. Stay away from the bell unless you are feeling particularly flush. I myself rang the dreaded bell when there was only the girl behind the bar and two of my well-known previous conquests all of whom I knew very well present. I rang it just to feel what it felt like. Honestly, it was as if by magic that all these bodies started to appear, There were two bar staff sleeping under and behind the bar and three girls from out the back (presumably their living quarters) all suddenly present and enjoying a drink at yours truely’s expensive. I could only laugh and cough up. Stay away from the bell!!! It has magic poweres!!!
I myself rang the dreaded bell when there was only the girl behind the bar and two of my well-known previous conquests all of whom I knew very well present. I rang it just to feel what it felt like. Honestly, it was as if by magic that all these bodies started to appear, There were two bar staff sleeping under and behind the bar and three girls from out the back (presumably their living quarters) all suddenly present and enjoying a drink at yours truely’s expensive. I could only laugh and cough up. Stay away from the bell!!! It has magic poweres!!! Ladyboys
Ladyboys. I have to talk about ladyboys. It is a well-known fact that there are many Transexual escorts working in the adult industry as escorts who are mainly Asian in Thailand and the rest of the world. I think that generally, Thai men do err on the side of being effeminate. Maybe it’s something in the genes in that part of the world. I hasten to add, no offence to the male gender in Thailand. I personally have no interest in transexuals sexually and fail to see the attraction. You would be surprised at how many guys actually enjoy sexual liaisons with transexual escorts. Many of them claim not to be gay, bi-sexual or even bi-curious. I just don’t geddit. Again, I am in know way judgmental and if that’s what stirs your gravey, then good luck to you. Personally, the mere sight of a penis in any sexual act just turns me right off. I would even go so far as to say I don’t even like the appearance of a knob in a blue movie but, maybe I am in the extreme. I have met many transexual girls and formed great friendships with them. At the end of the day, they do have a rough time of it at the hands of so-called straight people who will just not accept that there is homosexuality in the world. My arguement is always that if you wake up in the morning and fancy blokes sexually, then what are you to do? Live a life of celibacy? That’s hardly fair. It is a physical state of the body caused by hormones that defines your sexuality. People don’t just decide to be gay, they just are. Thankfully as history has progressed it has become more socially acceptable, especially with Asian girls working as escorts in London. I still subscribe to the idea that those who speak out most vehemently against homosexuality are either gay but too afraid to admit it or are just not very nice people and will always round on the minority groups and bully them. Just me having a rant!!!
There are transexual girls who have gone all the way and have had total gender reassignment. They have had their penis removed and a vagina constructed in it’s place. This is fine by me, though I still wouldn’t have a sexual dalliance with a transexual who has gone to all the trouble and expense to achieve total comfort within their own skin. My personal reason for this is that I do like rimming. To the uninitiated this is the act of licking the anus. Sorry to be so graphic. If I were to have sex with a transexual girl and rimmed her, I would still be licking a bloke’s arse which just does not do it for me I’m afraid. Again, nothing against those who are up for this. I must admit that since I stared punting, I have formed some great and lasting friendships with transexual girls. I think they tend to be very nice people due to all the grief they have suffered in their life.
If I were to have sex with a transexual girl and rimmed her, I would still be licking a bloke’s arse which just does not do it for me I’m afraid. Again, nothing against those who are up for this. I must admit that since I stared punting, I have formed some great and lasting friendships with transexual girls. I think they tend to be very nice people due to all the grief they have suffered in their life.Don’t miss out on the experience
I think the main problem lies in acceptance by her family. I know an absolutely stunning post-op transexual who lives in the UK. She really is a lovely person and looks very shaggable. However, when she goes back to stay with her family in Thailand, she has to revert back to being a boy, concealing her breasts in baggy tops and cutting her hair to appear like she is male. It’s these transexuals that I really feel sorry for. Generally now in Thailand, more and more families in Thailand are accepting their errant transexual offspring. The cynic in me does however think that this is probably because the families see how lucrative it can be to make your living in the bars and clubs as transexual escorts. My friends say that I am a cynical old git anyway, so maybe that is not the case.
When in Thailand don’t avoid the transexual ladyboy bars and clubs. It really is an experience not to be missed. The girls understand that ninety per cent of the punters that walk through the door are only there out of curiosity. They don’t mind. They just want to see a smile on your face and maybe have a few lady drinks bought for them.
It is at this point that I have to own up about being caught out once. I think it was on my second or third trip to Thailand. Now, after 9 trips and living the Thai escorts life back here in the UK, I think I can pretty much tell quite quickly if a girl is a transexual. In my experience it is always the voice that gives it away. Nowadays though, I have heard that they are able to have their vocal chords tightened and even sound like a girl!!! I had better be careful!!! Anyway, my close shave occured on the beautiful island of Koh Samui, also a must-see if you go to Thailand.
We all get caught out once . . .
I had had one of those nights where I got landed with a girl who was great and full of fun and life in the bar, but when she get back to my hotel room, she just went to sleep. I could not even wake her to show her the door. I bet you are now thinking that this happens a lot to me and that this is generally the effect I have on women. Ha Ha!!! You may be right. So, the night was still comparitively young by Koh Samui standards, about 02:00 in the morning. Not to be left shagless for the night, I wandered back out into the storm centre of conviviality that is night time in Koh samui and began to search for some pussy. I have to mention at this point that most bars in Bangkok and the rest of Thailand shut at 02:00. This is strictly enforced accept in the bars where the police have been given a bribe and allow proceedings to last on sometimes until dawn.Luckily this is not the case of Asian girls working as escorts in London where many are 24-hour. This is all perfectly acceptable in Thai society. It is all down to business sense really. The proprietors have to work out if the bribe paid is worth them staying open for longer or not. Back to me. After the 02:00 shut down, the girls (and transexuals) who have not managed to be bar fined, quite simply move onto the streets. Sometimes the best times and atmospheres happen during this time. Again, with a bribe to the police you can take half a dozen plastic chairs and a cool box full of beer and set up your own bar on the pavement (sidewalk to our American friends). When the cool box runs out of beer, it is then just a quick trip to the local all-night 7-11 to restock and just carry on until the punters dry up. These ‘pavement’ bars are ubiquitous in Bangkok and after 02:00 you will struggle to find space and usually have to walk in the road. I would say that this ‘sub-culture’ is something in itself and must be experienced during your stay in Thailand. I will tell you later about one of my experiences one night on the streets of Bangkok late one night/early in the morning.
So, the night was still comparitively young by Koh Samui standards, about 02:00 in the morning. Not to be left shagless for the night, I wandered back out into the storm centre of conviviality that is night time in Koh samui and began to search for some pussy. I have to mention at this point that most bars in Bangkok and the rest of Thailand shut at 02:00. This is strictly enforced accept in the bars where the police have been given a bribe and allow proceedings to last on sometimes until dawn.Luckily this is not the case of Asian girls working as escorts in London where many are 24-hour. This is all perfectly acceptable in Thai society. It is all down to business sense really. The proprietors have to work out if the bribe paid is worth them staying open for longer or not. Back to me. After the 02:00 shut down, the girls (and transexuals) who have not managed to be bar fined, quite simply move onto the streets. Sometimes the best times and atmospheres happen during this time. Again, with a bribe to the police you can take half a dozen plastic chairs and a cool box full of beer and set up your own bar on the pavement (sidewalk to our American friends). When the cool box runs out of beer, it is then just a quick trip to the local all-night 7-11 to restock and just carry on until the punters dry up. These ‘pavement’ bars are ubiquitous in Bangkok and after 02:00 you will struggle to find space and usually have to walk in the road. I would say that this ‘sub-culture’ is something in itself and must be experienced during your stay in Thailand. I will tell you later about one of my experiences one night on the streets of Bangkok late one night/early in the morning.Back to Koh Samui. Just a quick point that I feel I have to mention that probably has absolutely nothing to do with escorts but worth me sharing my opinions to anyone still reading this tome and not yet died of boredom. If you have young children and are thinking about taking your family to Thailand for a beach holiday, forget it, We have all fallen into the trap whereby our egos take over and we want to tell our friends how we have gone to some exotic location for our holidays. In reality, if you go to Koh Samui or indeed any of the beautiful beach resorts in Thailand, you will not experience the true Thai culture. You would be better off treating yourself to a nice five-star hotel somewhere in the Mediterranian. The beach resorts in Thailand are just too hot to take young children. I have seen many such families wandering around Koh Samui looking as miserable as sin. It is just hard work, being so drained of energy because of the strength-sapping heat, that it is a task in itself to keep yourself relaxed and comfortable let alone caring for your small children. Also, from dad’s point of view he will have the added distraction of all the beautiful young girls he could be rogering if he were there on his own. I think I have made my point. Anyway, back to the more relevant thread of my story, I began to wander around on the lookout for some gentleman’s entertainment, a euphemism for a good hard shag. In Koh Samui, absolutely everyone has a small motor bike. They are quite easy to hire for about a fiver a day. Before long a young lady who was so pretty I thought I was seeing things through my drunken haze pulled up at the kerb and started chatting me up. I did detect the hint of a deep voice but I thought to myself, hey, lets risk it for a biscuit. After a bit of negotiation about the price and establishing she was not a ladyboy, we settled for £20 for a short time back at her place, bearing in mind that my hotel room was unavailable due to sleeping beauty occupying my bed in the hotel. I hopped on to the back of her motor bike and off we went. It seemed that after about 15 minutes driving down bumpy, heavily-rutted roads, we arrved in the back of beyond and parked up. We entered her home which was only really a hut but quite comfortable inside. I handed over my twenty quid and then asked again if she was sure she was not a transexual ladyboy. At this point she admitted that she was one. Oh shit!! What do I do now? She told me that she had had part of the operation. Yuk, I did not care to see. There was absolutely no point in getting annoyed, and the poor girl was only trying to earn a living so I settled for a massage. What happend next really caps this little anecdote and turns it into a definite ‘curiosity killed the cat’ episode. To me, the night was still young and I was still determined to get laid. To her credit, my transexual friend offered to take me back to where it was all still happening on her motoerbike. My fault entierely, I was in such a rush that I left my £300 wrist watch on the bedside table and was not aware of it until later in the evening!!! I think this ladyboy did particularly well out of me that evening!! Still, these experiences are all part of the rich tapestry of life although I did not quite see it like that at the time.
If you have young children and are thinking about taking your family to Thailand for a beach holiday, forget it, We have all fallen into the trap whereby our egos take over and we want to tell our friends how we have gone to some exotic location for our holidays. In reality, if you go to Koh Samui or indeed any of the beautiful beach resorts in Thailand, you will not experience the true Thai culture. You would be better off treating yourself to a nice five-star hotel somewhere in the Mediterranian. The beach resorts in Thailand are just too hot to take young children. I have seen many such families wandering around Koh Samui looking as miserable as sin. It is just hard work, being so drained of energy because of the strength-sapping heat, that it is a task in itself to keep yourself relaxed and comfortable let alone caring for your small children. Also, from dad’s point of view he will have the added distraction of all the beautiful young girls he could be rogering if he were there on his own. I think I have made my point. Anyway, back to the more relevant thread of my story, I began to wander around on the lookout for some gentleman’s entertainment, a euphemism for a good hard shag. In Koh Samui, absolutely everyone has a small motor bike. They are quite easy to hire for about a fiver a day. Before long a young lady who was so pretty I thought I was seeing things through my drunken haze pulled up at the kerb and started chatting me up. I did detect the hint of a deep voice but I thought to myself, hey, lets risk it for a biscuit. After a bit of negotiation about the price and establishing she was not a ladyboy, we settled for £20 for a short time back at her place, bearing in mind that my hotel room was unavailable due to sleeping beauty occupying my bed in the hotel. I hopped on to the back of her motor bike and off we went. It seemed that after about 15 minutes driving down bumpy, heavily-rutted roads, we arrved in the back of beyond and parked up. We entered her home which was only really a hut but quite comfortable inside. I handed over my twenty quid and then asked again if she was sure she was not a transexual ladyboy. At this point she admitted that she was one. Oh shit!! What do I do now? She told me that she had had part of the operation. Yuk, I did not care to see. There was absolutely no point in getting annoyed, and the poor girl was only trying to earn a living so I settled for a massage. What happend next really caps this little anecdote and turns it into a definite ‘curiosity killed the cat’ episode. To me, the night was still young and I was still determined to get laid. To her credit, my transexual friend offered to take me back to where it was all still happening on her motoerbike. My fault entierely, I was in such a rush that I left my £300 wrist watch on the bedside table and was not aware of it until later in the evening!!! I think this ladyboy did particularly well out of me that evening!! Still, these experiences are all part of the rich tapestry of life although I did not quite see it like that at the time.The night that refused to end
I decided that I would definitely not make the same mistake again. By now it was about 05:00am and there was still a bit of life going on. I stopped a young girl, also on a motorbike and asked her if she was a ladyboy. Ironinically she asked me if I thought she was pretty enough to be a ladyboy, further proving my point that a lot of transexuals are often more pretty than the real thing. Again, we agreed on a price and set off to her home. The route took us along a beautiful, winding coastal road to Lamai. The sun was just coming up and I thought to myself, wow, this is really living. Nicely drunk, my arms wrapped around the waste of a lovely young girl in what has to be one of the most beautiful parts of the world with the sun coming up casting a warm glow over the beautiful azure ocean. Arrived at her place and had a truely nice time with everything on offer including my favourite ’69 position. Thank you to that young Thai lady for rescuing my night and giving me an experience that will remain indelibly tattooed on my mind forever!!! I got a taxi back to my hotel room at 08:00 and woke sleeping beauty and she left with a smile not even expecting to be paid anything. I should think not!!! At least she had a nice kip in an air-conditioned room. A great and interesting, event-packed night on Koh Samui finally drew to a close . . . the escorts scene in London with my Asian favourites seeming a long way away.
I got a taxi back to my hotel room at 08:00 and woke sleeping beauty and she left with a smile not even expecting to be paid anything. I should think not!!! At least she had a nice kip in an air-conditioned room. A great and interesting, event-packed night on Koh Samui finally drew to a close . . . the escorts scene in London with my Asian favourites seeming a long way away.Anyway, going back to the very beginning of my punting days, with escort websites popping up all over the place, my mates and I at work were turning more and more to studying escort websites as opposed to porn websites. I suppose the main reason for this was because oggling at escort agency websites and porn websites had one huge tangible difference. The escort websites meant that beautiful girls were inconceivably actually within grasp for the meagre price of £150. Ok, not meagre to a lot of us menfolk but the way I looked at it was that if I suddenly, for instance, was faced with a bill to repair my car for £150, it might smart a bit but I would have to pay it to remain mobile and it would not lead me to the bankruptcy court. To be perfectly honest, I really did not have any idea what I would get for parting with my hard-earned cash, but I thought hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I thought that at least I would be in the presence of a gorgeous girl, hopefully having licence to touch her in intimate places and a wealth of images for my wank-bank memory for use at a future date. Before the advent of escort agency websites, I believed, and who wouldn’t, that my sexual experiences during my lifetime would be limited to the old adage that when seeing a beautiful girl, it would always be a case of ‘you can look but you cannot touch’. So, I decided that I would go for it and that no harm could become of it, the worst scenario being that I would waste £150 and that would be that. Little did I realise that it was the start of spending close to £30,000 on my new hobby. I don’t begrudge a penny of it and if I had my time again, I would do exactly the same thing again for sure.
Next conquest
I then had the pleasure of checking out all the escort websites to choose my conquest for the coming weekend. I must point out that the one thing that niggled away at my brain was the actual legality of seeing an escort and the consequences if I were ‘caught’ in the act. Not only being in trouble with the police but also the implications on my family and professional life. Yes, I admit that I was in a long-term relationship with my girlfriend who I loved dearly but what the eye doesn’t see, the heart won’t grieve. Well, that was my recipe for peace of mind, but in reality I was being a dirty old git cheating on my partner. With regards the police, bare in mind, this was 15 years ago and the law was at best, ambiguous to say the least.
I chose the young lady that I would like to see and snuck off to the nearest public telephone box to ensure that no dodgy numbers appeared on my phone bill, and proceeded to make my booking. I decide that I would go on a Saturday evening after going to football. This was potentially going to be a massively ‘fun’ day. If my football team won and the Asian escorts experience went well it had all the makings of a great day. Just for the record, my team won, so we were half-way there to the perfect day.
My first time
The escort was based in Earls Court and as I recall her name was May. I located the exact place so that I would not be late and then made my way to the the local hostelry for a few pints to give me the courage to go through with my first punt. I also popped a Viagra to make sure that whatever happened and no matter how nervous I was, at least it would not affect my blood rushing to the fight place. Incidentally, I have never since that day visited an escort and not taken a Viagra. It makes sense that if you are spending that kind of money to visit an escort, the last thing you want to be worrying about is whether or not you can get a stiffy. As all us blokes know only too well, too much alcohol, tiredness and a myriad of other reasons can lead to the embarrassment of a flacid dick. Not worth the risk. You can buy decent Viagra on the internet for a couple of quid each and in my experience, are effective for up to 12 hours.
Even after three pints of fairly strong lager, my courage was rapidly disappearing and all the sensible reasons not to go through with this rediculous idea flooded through my mind and I very nearly chickened out but something deep inside me urged me to stop being such a pussy and go through with it. So go through with it, I did. My first escorts Asian experience!!! I nervously made my way to my escort’s address and the mere thought of what lay ahead immediately teamed up with the Viagra to cause a stirring in my loins. I was getting a hard-on!!! Rang the bell, no going back now. A sweet and sexy little Asian voice voice asked who I was. I said it is Mike to see May and the door clicked open. I walked inside and it was pitch black so there was no way I could see the numbers on the doors. My initial thought was, ‘Oh shit, this is the set-up I had feared during the more lucid times of my thought processing’. That’s it, I’m off. This whole idea was a ridiculous notion. What on earth was I up to?!!! In that split nanosecond before I was about to leg it out of the building, the hall lights came on and I was able to see the door numbers. All-change again. The alcohol streaming through my veins and affecting the part of the brain which dictates making sensible and rational decisions clashed with my opposite thought processes and I knocked on the door. This is it. No turning back now!!!
Scarry stuff!!!
The door opened and my jaw dropped like it’s never dropped before. Stood in front of me was this pretty little Asian girl dressed in bra and panties, stockings and suspenders and high heels. Well, you could have knocked me over with the proverbial feather. That vision would stay we me for ever and if nothing else, it would fuel at least a thousand wanks from hereonin. Heavens to murgatroid, my £150 had already been well-spent. Whatever else followed would be an almighty bonus. Her panties were quite a tight fit and I could see a slight bulge where her enlarged labia (obviously enlarged at the thought of having her wicked way with the Adonis of a man presented to her in her hallway . . . yeah right!!!) were quite clearly visible. My lovely little escort then took me by the hand and led me through to the bedroom. My God, physical contact. This isn’t a dream. It’s actually occurring. To whoever is reading this (if I haven’t bored you to death already) can be forgiven for thinking that I am going over the top with my description of proceedings, but you have to realise I was in my mid-fourties and that this was a situation that I had never in my wildest dreams imagined would ever actually turn into a the real thing.
We sat on the bed making random and inane conversation but all the time I was drinking in every square inch of her nubile young body and can’t for the life of me remember a word of what we were talking about. She then sat cross-legged on the bed and her panties moved very slightly to reveal the start of one of her piss flaps. F*****g hell!!! She then insisted on cutting my finger nails which of course I did not object to. Before she started my manicure she had got me a beer and stripped me down to my underpants. I was in heaven and I still did not know how far proceedings would go so my feelings were a mixture of elation and trepidation in case this was as good as it was going to get.
Best, most fun bath I ever had!!!
Next, she led me to the bathroom, totally stripped off what little she had on and proceeded to dunk me into a bubble bath which she had been preparing in the background. At this point I was beyond excited and could not keep my hands off her and she didn’t object. I remember thinking that if this as far as it goes then I will settle for this as my first Asian escort experience. After our bath together, we went back to the bedroom and lied on the bed and she tried to push my head down to her pussy area but I recoiled slightly because I was still of the old school of thought that if I did lick her pussy I would get some dreadful, life-threatening disease. Anyway, condom on and finished in a nano second. For the rest of the week I regretted not licking her pussy, but I didn’t beat myself up too badly as I was, after all, a newbee to all this. My next recollection was of me standing on the platform at Earls Court station revelling in a kind of cathartic wonderment knowing that this was going to be the start of something new and big in my life. It was akin to what I imagine it must be like the first time you take heroin. I felt so warm and wonderful inside and had a feeling of elation that I had not had for many a year. It was for sure a turning point in my life. Here was I, a mid-forties, ordinary guy and for a measely £150 I had just experienced what millions of blokes dream about but never experience for whatever reason. I had stumbled upon my new destiny!!! . . . I decided there and then that escorts and escorting, particularly Asian ones in London, were going to be my new lifestyle choice and couldn’t wait to get home and sneak a look on my computer and plan my conquest for the next weekend.
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After a long break, the lovely Sabrina has decided to grace the London Asian escorts scene with her presence. For those of you who have had the pleasure of Sabrina’s company before, you will know where I am coming from. On first impressions, Sabrina seems of a rather shy disposition, but don’t let that fool you. She is a tigress when it comes down to well, you know what . . . !!! She is still based in Holborn but is expected to be on the move again shortly. Watch this space . . .
Another girl who seems to come and go is Cindy. She has just returned to the arena and at the moment is working from a very nice hotel in Victoria. If you are a fan of Cindy or would like to sample the delights of this gorgeous girl, call Asian Options now on 07516 118 440 / 07780 803 807. Thanks for reading today’s blog. Ben, Asian Options.
You may have noticed that we have lost quite a few girls this past week. Namely Jenny/Zizzi, Julie, Champagne and Mercedes. However, nothing sinister has taken place. They were just told by the powers that be that they had been here too long and it was time for them to go home. They were told this in the morning and were on a flight back to Thailand in the afternoon. The loss of Jenny/Zizzi will of course be a major blow to the London Asian escorts scene. She has been an absolute legend and arguably the best of all time.
The reason the girls have gone home is political as they were told by Her Majesty’s Border Agency that they had been here too long and it was time for them to return home. This was quite refreshing to hear as opposed to some very dramatic deportations in the past. Apparently, the officers involved were very affable and simply asked the girls to pack 22 kilos of luggage and sort out a carry-on bag. They weren’t taken to a detention centre as has been the case in the past. Their flights were pre-arranged for them to fly back home in the evening of the same day.
Accepted
This sort of incident has happened on many occasions before and we have accepted it as the norm. The authorities in general are very understanding and supportive of the oriental escorts London trade. I think they realise that all the girls that use reputable agencies to advertise their services are well-cared for and do not work under any pressure from third parties and accept that they are a welcome addition to the adult entertainment arena in West and Central London.
They obviously have quotas to meet and every now and again they swoop and send a few girls home. It would be unfair of me to just mention Jenny/Zizzi. Julie, Champagne and Mercedes are all girls who have a long-standing reputation of providing exceptional service over the years and they will all be genuinely missed. They have all been with Asian Options for a long time and I obviously know them on a personal level so it is quite difficult for me to say goodbye to such good girls and great friends.
Ambitions
My main concern for any girl when they return home is that they have achieved their ambitions which is generally financial security for themselves and their immediate family. This is without doubt the only reason why Asian girls come to London to work as escorts. The majority complete their mission and return home and hopefully lead a happy and contented life. I’m sure that you are all aware that there is no National Health Service are welfare benefits system in place that is free to use compared to us lucky westerners who often take this fact for granted.
If you get ill or fall on hard times in Thailand for instance, you are totally at the mercy of family and friends to get you through difficult circimstances. I have heard of many horror stories where Thai nationals have had to endure the agony of dying of cancer without access to pain relief. This situation just would not happen in the western world, so it is no wonder that girls come here to work as escorts in exchange for the well-being of their families. Personally, I think that they should be highly commended for their actions as I do realise that the work that they do is sometimes not an easy experience.
Judgmental
Some judgmental folk criticise agencies in the role that they play but believe me, we do protect the girls from many unforeseen situations that sometimes crop up. We (all reputable) agencies have saved the numbers of hundreds of customers who have behaved badly in anyway to interfere with the safety and comfort of the environment that they work in. We also have a sixth sense whilst talking to potential customers as to whether they would be suitable customers for the girls. Of course, I would say all of this but it happens to be true.
Anyway, I’m sure you will all join with me in wishing Jenny/Zizzi, Champagne, Julie and Mercedes all the best for the rest of their lives and thank them for all the pleasurable time they have provided in the past. Ben - Asian Options.
I wish I could say that my trip to Brazil was full of adventure and intrigue but I’m afraid that wasn’t the case. Five years ago, it might have been a different story, but with the upcoming Rio Olympics there has been a major crack down by the police to make certain that all visitors don’t see a seedy side of life in Rio de Janeiro. When I first researched my trip to Rio which was about five years ago, the sex industry was booming but a lot of the publicity was directed at under-age prostitute and quite rightly so.
Of course there have always been escorts in Rio but most transactions took place on the streets. The punter and the girl would agree on what is euphamisticly known as a ‘program’. There was a documentary on the subject a while ago and some girls under the age of 12 were involved and interviewed by our friends at the BBC. When asked the reason for selling herself for sexual purposes at such a young age, one girl disclosed that she made a considerable amount of money. However, the majority of her earnings were spent on Methamphetamine (Ice) and not to help her family who lived in one of the shanty towns that circle the port town of Rio de Janeiro.
Tragic
This is a doubly tragic example of how things were not so long ago. Prostitution and drugs at such a young age. Unbelievable. When I hear certain viewpoints from pious individuals who criticize the London Asian escorts scene as being immoral, I urge them to watch this documentary and see what genuine exploitation really looks like. In all my dealings with the Thai escorts community in London (I have been involved for ten years, first as a punter, then married to one and now an agency proprietor) I have never witnessed a girl being treated badly or who was being controlled or working against her will. Anyway, as usual I digress.
I stayed in a very comfortable hotel on Copacabana beach and from there went in search of some escorts action. It was very spartan to say the least as far as the street scene was concerned. There was always one restaurant where all the girls would gather and that was the hotspot for choosing your young lady for the evening. It was as if a different restaurant every night featured as the place to go to to pull. Maybe there is an unwritten rule that all restaurateurs take it in turns to host the girls to enable all of them to share in the lucrative trade that would be generated by the girls presence.
Robbed Again!!!
I indulged on two nights and I have to say that the fayre offered up was pretty average. There were a few really stunning girls but they always seemed to get snapped up as soon as I made my move. Anyway, the procedure is that when you have chatted up the young lady of your choice, she will then take you to a hotel room which is all pre-arranged with the hoteliers, you spend a few hours with her, pay about £70 in total and that is it. I’m not sure if there is a so-called ‘Red Light District’ in Rio. If there is I failed to stumble accross it.
The only other thing of note that happened to me was that I got robbed not once but twice!!! When will I ever learn?!!! The first time, I was walking along the promenade of Copacabana Beach and I was approached by three girls who were looking for ‘business’. As one of them talked to me, one of the others, a girl who was only about five feet tall started to rub her crotch against my thigh which totally distracted me. She was rather gorgeous. After leaving them, a guy came up to me and suggested that I check my wallet which I always keep in the side pocket of my manbag. Sure enough, £450 had disappeared and I should imagine a certain three girls had quite an enjoyable at my stupid expense.
Pickpockets!!!
Make no mistake, Rio is full of petty criminals and pickpockets. The second time, I had just had a swim and was lying on the beach with my head resting on my manbag, drying off under the beautiful Brazillian sunshine. A black guy tapped me on the knee and indicated that he wanted something but he spoke in Portuguese so I didn’t really understand him. He then used his hands to translate to me that he wanted a cigarette which I was happy to oblige. I turned around and my manbag was gone, obviously taken by his friend who he was working with.
Sensibly I did not have any valuables in my bag because I thought that if I were to be robbed, it would happen whilst I was swimming in the sea. They only got away with obviously my bag, about £10 in cash and my cigarettes so no real great harm done.So my friends of the Asian escorts London variety, that was my pretty boring account of my time in Rio. The two punts were good and exploring the sites around Rio was great, particularly the guided tours around the Favellas (poor districts) but if you want to go there and experience the full blown escort experience, Brazilian style, I suggest you do a bit more research than I did. Hopefully my next blog will be a bit more interesting, as I plan to visit bangkok again very soon. Thanks for reading, Ben - Asian Options.