Finally, 2024 is coming to an end, and in these last days I’ve been going with the flow of Bangkok’s rhythm without missing out on anything.
I haven’t explored much yet; I had planned to visit the Chatuchak market but postponed it to next weekend.
In the meantime, I raided the clothing stores at Terminal 21 to update my summer wardrobe, and it’s always a pleasure to get lost in the huge shopping malls of the city, not only because you find nice things at decent prices, but also because there’s an endless stream of insanely attractive girls every few steps, not just Thai but Asian girls in general.
Sometimes it’s hard to find one who’s truly unattractive, or maybe it’s just my eyes that don’t see them because they’re busy checking out the others, could be.
But enough chit-chat, let’s talk about more interesting things.

I made another visit to my favorite “pompinificio,” that is, 7Heaven, and fortunately, Miss Tokyo was free, so the selection was very quick. She once again proved to be an excellent choice, earning herself a 200 Baht tip for the great service.
I returned to the hotel after a walk to EmSphere (one of the many shopping malls around the BTS station at Phrom Phong) and then back to the hotel. Around 7 PM, I got hungry and this time managed to reach Det5, one of my favorite little restaurants in the area and probably the one I’ve eaten at the most over the years in this part of the world.
It’s a quiet spot with a relaxing atmosphere, outdoor tables, umbrellas among the trees in the garden, very informal, with good, abundant food at very reasonable prices—and no smoking ban.
I ordered fried calamari and another typical Thai dish whose name I never remember, with shrimp and other seafood, all accompanied by an Asahi beer, which here in Thailand costs a bit more than the usual local beers but is definitely worth the small difference in price.
With a full belly, I moved to the other side of Sukhumvit to say hello to the Orange Bar, two beers and then I go to the bars in Soi 7 where I stop and drink “by “carlo”” (which of course is not called carlo but being that this “carlo” a ladyboy with rather masculine facial features has been nicknamed so by resident friends) the bar has mixed staff, about half Girls and half LBs, I hobnob with “Gift” or whatever her name is, a ladyboy colleague of Baimon, the girl met here in August last summer, with whom I have a strange love/hate relationship that I find quite entertaining. When she’s busy with a client, she likes to throw me silly glances, and I do the same back. If she weren’t a working girl, I might consider something more serious since I like her, but in these cases it’s always better to take things lightly — after all, it’s a game. But if there’s mutual sympathy and some chemistry, everything becomes more enjoyable.
I get the contact info of the friendly LB who, all things considered, isn’t bad and seems to have a certain preference for me. Then I head back to Soi 11/1 to spend the early morning hours with the girls at the Orange Bar, making friends with Pik (or Bik or whatever her name is) and her sister, who is a bit less outgoing, let’s say.
Ink (who I’ve always called InT — I have trouble with names by now, as you know ^^) is the youngest of the bunch. What she lacks in pure beauty she makes up for with her nearly 19 years and a nicely built, curvy body. This time she would even be willing to go home with me without much fuss — in fact, she’s the one who hints at it — but although the idea of having a young girl her age in my room is tempting, it’s not in my plans tonight. Instead, I’m thinking about Pik, whom I’ve never really spoken to before but who seems to have all the right qualities to be quite satisfying. Among the girls working there, she and her sister and Miyu (I have no idea how to spell that) are probably the prettiest, but tastes are always very subjective.
The “complicated” thing about these bars is that not all the girls are available for sex, and even those who are don’t do it with everyone. To give a more concrete example, it’s not like in an Austrian FKK where the girls only earn by taking clients to rooms. Here, bar girls receive a fixed salary plus a cut from lady drinks, so to earn extra they do go out with “customers,” but only with those they like or who are particularly generous — or both, obviously.
Because of this, if there are many options and you frequent the place regularly, it can get a bit confusing to make the right choices.
Anyway, I hang out there for a while longer and then go to sleep without any action because I’m just not in the mood for “nighttime bedroom gymnastics.”

The next day I laze by the pool while waiting for the cleaning staff to finish tidying up the room, and when I no longer see any movement and they close the balcony door, I know they’re done. So I head back up to the fourth floor for a shower and then off again toward Phrom Phong.
I had originally set out for the usual morning pump, but when I pass in front of the alley, I keep walking with the idea of trying Vovo again, just to see if anything has changed since last time. So I walk a bit further and when I get there, I just keep going past the myriad of “sex activities” present in this wonderland Soi.
In the end, when I pass in front of Hunny Bunny, there are some girls sitting outside on that sort of raised terrace in front of the entrance. One of them catches my attention with the classic “Handsome Maan, Massaaaage.” So I turn back, go upstairs, and say “Ok, you,” pointing at her like a kid pointing at a toy he likes. She escorts me inside, I choose the basic one-hour service, and for 2200 Baht I get a little massage and perform the Sacred Sheep test on the girl, who passes with flying colors.
Anyway, after the pleasant service I leave and walk around the neighborhood for about half an hour. Then I get the urge to fix the missed pump, and feeling awkward because of the kamagra still in my system, I return to Soi 33, stopping this time at the 7-Heaven Unfortunately, there are only three girls available, so I choose the one who seems the most promising. I had never seen her before—maybe she’s new, or maybe I’d overlooked her because she’s not exactly the hottest in the place by my taste, so much so that I don’t even remember her name anymore. But I have to say that in terms of technique, she has nothing to envy from the others, and in about twenty minutes on that bed, she drains the last of my energy. Aesthetic beauty just barely sufficient, but really very skilled.
It’s late; at 8 p.m. there’s the usual Saturday dinner with Italians planned. I send a message to warn them I’ll be a bit late, and twenty minutes past the scheduled time, I arrive at Pizzeria Vesuvio. I go upstairs to the small room on the first floor and find a table of twelve people. Except for two residents and another nice Roman who lives here more than in Italy, the rest are all new faces.
We eat and chat, and shortly after another familiar face joins, also a resident but only for a couple of years, who stops by for a quick hello after a few days’ vacation in Pattaya. After dinner, we all go to Nana Plaza together, but going around Go-Go bars in such a large group isn’t exactly a wise choice.
We do stop at Red Dragon, which, despite having a very good lineup, I don’t like much because of the layout and the freezing cold inside. Then, given the varied ages and different preferences of those present, we split into smaller groups. Some stay there; I move with three others to Soi 7, to a bar where I had never stopped before, where at least two very pretty girls work.
Before getting there, however, I get stopped on the fly by “Gift,” who then keeps an eye on me from a distance for almost the entire time (I’m afraid she wants to attack my behind—I’ll buy a cork plug, you never know ^^). After a few chats and a couple of beers, I stay with one of the new acquaintances who prefers discos to other situations. So after commenting on the “nanatettuta” behind the counter and the girl with glasses who is really cute but already taken, we say goodbye.
I then move to the usual bar about ten meters further along because at midnight it’s LB’s birthday. Baimon is there too with a client. She’s not a new face; we exchange the usual silly looks from a distance while I keep LB’s horny colleague in check. Then the mini cake with candles arrives and the classic bar “Happy Birthday.” I feel a bit awkward being with the birthday girl/boy, but it’s a fun experience.
A little later, Baimon leaves, presumably to do some “good” with her client, and smiles like an idiot as she passes by while I’m still with her horny colleague who, seeing the scene, shoves my head between her silicone breasts (not bad, I must say, for the texture). So I stay a bit longer, then say goodbye, slipping a thousand baht into her dress as a birthday gift simply because I feel like it.
I move on to the Orange where I find two more birthdays and good company, then tired and sleepy I retreat quietly to my rooms.

In the following days, I tried a new massage shop that I got to know thanks to a “colleague” who has been living here for almost twenty years. The place is located on Soi 19, just a few steps from the BTS Asok station, in one of the most Japanese neighborhoods of the city, and it’s called “Mai Chan Ouchi” (a detailed review will follow soon). It’s a typical teen massage with a Nuru Gel option instead of oil for the body-to-body massage, and at that moment there were only two masseuses available.
I chose the smallest one, cute, really petite but around thirty, overall very attentive and pleasant during the massage and shower, and tireless when it came to sex. She also fully passes the “SacraPecora” test, but I had to ask her to finish me manually because I overdid it a bit and I’m not twenty anymore, so as much as I like pounding that little ass from behind, I wouldn’t have been able to finish that way.
There are a couple of similar massage places nearby, maybe I’ll try those too if I find the time.
In the evening, I quickly picked up a petite one at Butterflies, whose face I remember well but never her name or number. Anyway, she doesn’t speak much English, but I don’t want her to talk and that’s fine, especially because it’s a pleasure handling that little body while she lets herself be fucked in every way possible or that I can think of. Since she has an adorably “piggy” little face, I finish between her thighs enjoying the view with great satisfaction.
Probably it won’t be the last time I take her to the hotel, we’ll see.
To end the night, I then went to say hi to my friend in Soi 11/1 and around 4 a.m. I went to sleep feeling calm and very satisfied.

I wake up in the middle of the afternoon and head straight to Phrom Phong without a clear plan, but there’s always no shortage of options there. I take the usual Soi 33 and walk it all the way, looking around here and there for inspiration. I reach the end, turn left, keep walking past the “Peppina” — a somewhat elegant restaurant-pizzeria, full of Japanese and other Asians having dinner. I turn left again and go up Soi 31 like a salmon swimming upstream to reproduce. There are some more or less fancy restaurants frequented by Japanese people and very few passersby — the street is almost deserted except for a few like me. Then inspiration strikes: “DOKI DOKI!”
I go in, choose the lady (Va)Gina, a strange name around here but she’s quite pretty and promising. 3500 Baht for 90 minutes of Nuru Massage, obviously full service, where Ms. VaGina really delivers satisfaction. I come out totally fulfilled and satisfied. Maybe Kokoro is better as a general environment, but DOKI DOKI confirms itself as a good choice, although the prices are not exactly low.
In the evening, after having some tasty grilled chicken with various sauces from a street cart nearby for a total of 100 Baht, I head out and start drinking Jack Daniels instead of beer. First, at the Orange bar in Soi 7/1 in the company of “Na Na,” a girl with a very cute face and very nice personality, a bit chubby but firm with two natural big breasts that are quite attractive. After chatting and some gossip about mutual acquaintances and the whole management of the two Orange Bars, she also turns out to be quite a naughty girl, showing me videos on her phone where she’s cheerfully playing with a vibrating dildo together with a friend.
Of course, I ask for her Line contact because she says she used to be a masseuse in Phuket, and from the way she massaged my neck for five minutes while telling me why she came to Bangkok, I don’t doubt it. She definitely knows how to use her hands and everything else too, I’d say.
I continue my walk, turning down blowjob offers for 1000 Baht from the crazy girls in Soi 7/1, and arrive at Nana Plaza. A couple of Jacks at Butterflies with an interesting girl, then to Rainbow 5 which currently has a nice lineup of girls who honestly look good. I have fun cuddling one of them over a couple of drinks, then I go downstairs looking for inspiration and enter that “forge of discomfort” which is Obsession, a well-known ladyboy Go Go Bar full of “head-equipped” ladyboys.
As soon as I sit on the couch and order another Jack, I’m immediately overwhelmed by the glances and advances from the ladyboys trying every way possible to get a drink and something more. I pick one by exhaustion who peeks out from outside and has a pleasant face plus pretty blue contact lenses in her eyes. She also shows me videos, but this time instead of a dildo there’s her penis, which honestly seems bigger than mine.
I laugh and tell her I don’t want to see it because it scares me and my little ass is a virgin and must stay that way. Then I notice another colleague with curly hair, a nice body and an interesting face, also a ladyboy of course, but I’m not in the mood for magical creatures and leave, going back upstairs to Butterflies to quickly short one of the girls from before at the nearby hotel because I’m already a bit tipsy and don’t feel like bringing her to my room.
The excitement is there though, and she knows how to handle it, so I finish in half an hour and let her go back to her things, then I head to the Orange on Soi 11/1 where I keep drinking and messing around with everyone, letting myself go a bit with drinks, both mine and offered ones, and in the end around seven in the morning the bill is over 7000 Baht and I’m wasted. I still manage to get to the Burger King on Soi 11 because I was hungry, then I return to the hotel where, after downing a bottle of water, I collapse on the bed fully dressed and fall asleep like a dazed baby.

On December 30th, I spent the day recovering, lying by the pool after waking up at four in the afternoon. Now, as it’s almost midnight, I’m on the balcony writing, trying to remember what I did last night but with little success. However, I ate some good pad thai and I plan to go to bed early because tomorrow will be a long and intense day. I want to go to my beloved 7-Heaven shortly after it opens so I’ll have time to recharge my energy for the New Year’s Eve celebrations, which, as usual, will be wild and chaotic here in Bangkok. But we’ll talk about that once it’s all over. For now, I say goodbye and I’ll be back soon, still here in Bangkok for another week.

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