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.
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.
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.
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.
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!!
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!!!!
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
The Morality of Escorting
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.
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.
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.
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!!!
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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).
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?!!!!
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.
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.