January 6th, almost five in the morning, Epiphany Day – even though it doesn’t exist here.
Days in Bangkok go by quickly, just like the long nights in Nana, which—if you know where to look—remains the biggest open-air brothel you could ever imagine.
But Friday and Saturday were a disaster for me, as my stomach somehow took offense and didn’t give me any peace until today—that is, yesterday, the 5th, but anyway, details.
A quick recap before the last two remaining days of this extended ride on the merry-go-round, starting from the first day of the year, which began with a Vietnamese girl in my bed and ended the same way the next night.
Yes, because after sleeping until five in the afternoon, I made myself presentable and went out to eat. Later that evening, I stopped by the Orange on Soi 7/1 to say hi to the cheerful Na Na and her friend, then I swung by the other Orange to greet some wanderers, and after that I stopped at Hillary2 for a beer—but even there, nothing interesting.
So I told myself: “What if I have the Viet-girl come to the hotel?” I texted her to see if she was free, and she replied she’d be there in 15 minutes.
I’m outside finishing my Marlboro, and there she appears, dressed in a provocative little black skirt and a matching black t-shirt—somewhat anonymous but fitting her playful outfit. I greet her, a quick kiss, and we head up to the room. I offer her something to drink, and she offers me her lips.
I undress her, she undresses me, shower—almost end up going in raw under the water, but she’s strict about that: “Condom condom…”
I like that someone’s there to stop me when I’m about to do something stupid in a rush of euphoria. Still, not to lose the moment, she bends down a little and gives a few solid sucks to the “royal bird,” which appreciates it.
I turn off the water, toss her a towel, dry off with another, and we throw ourselves onto the bed where she resumes her work—and then everything else.
But unlike last night, this time we’re both sober, and everything is more intense—I think the neighbors noticed too, but anyway, details.
A couple of hours later, I can’t move a single muscle, and she smiles with satisfaction, head on the pillow, hair a bit messy framing her face.
I go out on the balcony for a smoke while she heads to the bathroom. Then she wraps herself in the blanket and starts fiddling with her phone.
I get a Line message—it’s her, texting me “I miss you,” which, if she weren’t a hooker, would be very sweet.
Still, I appreciate the gesture and head back inside.
We fall asleep cuddling, and she’s really cute in GFE mode. I don’t mind it.
Wake-up round two, but this time she has to finish me with her delicate hands, because otherwise with the condom I’d be going until the afternoon (they’re necessary, but I hate them—what can I do? At least I can say I don’t have a premature ejaculation problem, even if that’s not always an advantage for a serial whoremonger like me).
Very nice overall. I walk her downstairs, and once she’s gone, I go to 7-Eleven to grab something to drink, then head back up and sit on the balcony to jot down a few lines about New Year’s Eve, because I feel inspired.
On Friday, for reasons still unknown, my stomach got blocked up, and judging by the fact that I was feeling cold with 30 degrees outside, I probably had a bit of a fever too.
I slept badly.
Saturday was a little better, but still not quite there—I basically had hangover symptoms without having drunk anything.
Not good.
In these conditions, I couldn’t get it up even if Zendaya came to suck me off, nothing would happen in this state, so, to avoid total atrophy, I decide to go for a walk and head towards the park at the end of Soi Nana.
It’s a very quiet area, mostly frequented by locals, aside from a few travelers staying in the hotels at the far end of the street.
I enter the park, walk through the area dedicated to sports activities, strolling calmly. I’m practically the only “Western foreigner” around at the moment, except for a young blonde girl with Northern European features walking with a Thai guy about her age. I assume she lives around here.
I observe the life around me—people jogging along the park paths, the squeaking shoes of the kids playing basketball, a couple of old folks resting on benches in the shade among the trees.
I keep walking toward the actual park area, but when I reach the big parking lot near Soi 10, my belly starts letting me know it wants to head back to the hotel.
So I walk back up the street to Sukhumvit and return along the main road before retreating to my quarters.
Sunday morning—yesterday—I wake up early, clear-headed, no headache, and feeling pretty energetic.
I need to remember I’m not twenty anymore. Maybe my body just needed a good rest—who knows.
Fact is, to celebrate, I decide to go to Kokoro, and not long after it opens, I’m there.
I choose Bella, whom I’d already had the pleasure of meeting last time and whom I really like—petite, cute, with a geisha-like demeanor, an eel on the Nuru mat, and a little tiger in bed.
The service is excellent as always: 90 minutes in paradise.
After two days of abstinence, I come out relaxed and completely satisfied.
(Prices and services at Kokoro can be found in the updated review sheet.)
My appetite is back too, so I stop nearby—on the stretch of road where AYA is—to grab some Pad Thai. Then I walk back to the hotel and enjoy a nap, just to take it easy.
Dinner at Det5 on Soi 8, nice and slow.
And by 10:00 p.m., I start craving a proper blowjob.
I say hi to the receptionist at 7-Heaven, glance at the tablet, and as she hands it to me to choose, I say, “Tokyo.”
She smiles and calls Japan’s capital, who’s ready for action in two minutes and waiting for me at the end of the hallway, up the stairs.
The place is packed—every room taken.
In fact, besides Tokyo, only two other girls were showing as available on the tablet; the rest were all busy.
(For those who’ve never been: the girls’ pictures are shown on the tablet with a divider image—those on the right are taken, those on the left available.)
We climb the stairs—or rather, she climbs them and I follow her ass with my eyes, trying not to trip.
First floor: full.
Second floor: also full.
We reach the top, where it’s all dark and empty, but she quickly switches on the lights, music starts, and she invites me into one of the four little rooms—identical to the others, just pink.
As she leaves, I hear another girl arriving with a client—they’re really using the whole place top to bottom today.
I can tell she’s a bit tired—must’ve worked a lot today—but she still keeps her gentle demeanor and remains super kawaii. I really like her.
Half an hour in paradise, pampered by her soft lips—she licks everything there is to lick, switches to a nice two-handed handjob to rest her jaw, then resumes her work.
Meanwhile, I’ve left my phone on, and suddenly a flood of notifications starts going off—sounds like all my contacts decided to message me at once.
It lasts a couple of minutes.
She notices it too, and it’s funny watching her try not to laugh with my cock in her mouth.
She can’t help it—pulls off, drooling onto the towel between my legs, and gestures about it while giggling.
Honestly, it’s a coincidence, but at that moment it really feels like I’m the most sought-after man in the world.
Which makes me laugh too, because normally I don’t get many messages, especially not all at once—and definitely not on Line, where I only have a few contacts.
Anyway, the moment passes—just a few seconds—and she takes the smooth warrior back in until the end, which comes a few minutes later as I squeeze her delightful little tits and fill the hangar.
Well done, Tokyo.
Then, while she washes me off, she asks if I’m drunk.
I ask why, and she says I look like it with that smiling face.
I reply: “I’m just really happy.” She laughs, dries me off and we compose ourselves. 200 Baht tip for her she says thank you, I wish her a good night and leave blissfully from my favorite place in Bangkok.
I light a cigarette and check my phone. Among the many messages, there’s one from my friend at the Orange, asking if I’m around because there’s someone who wants to meet me.
At first, I think it’s a joke and that it might be that certain character—let’s call him a peaceful pain in the ass—hanging out at the bar.
But then he reassures me it’s not him, but one of you Fellow Travelers.
So I tell him to wait for me—just enough time to get back to Nana from Phrom Phong via the SkyTrain.
I arrive at the Orange, where they’re actually celebrating “Miyu’s” birthday—one of the bar girls—and sure enough, there’s a new face.
We chat a bit, have a drink. I tip 500 Baht to the birthday girl, because even though I’ve barely interacted with her, she’s young, cute, and friendly—always pretty chill and kind, even when drunk ^^.
Since the new friend is an explorer but hasn’t seen much of Bangkok’s dark side—meaning, the good side—I suggest a mini tour of the area.
We head to the bars on Soi 7, but unfortunately the night’s a bit slow compared to usual.
I spot Milk and another one at “Mafalda’s bar,” look around, and run into the usual Baimon on her way to the bathroom.
I decide to drop by “Carlo’s bar” (read the earlier blog chapters if you don’t know what I’m talking about ^^), but even there, only half the usual girls (and ladyboys) are around, and Gift is missing—the same one who annoyed me for three days straight, and then when I finally swing by, she’s not there.
Go figure—what are the odds.
Anyway, we have a drink, chat a bit, then Baimon finishes up with a client and comes to say goodbye just as we’re about to leave.
Knowing her a bit, I get the feeling she wouldn’t mind the new traveler I’ve got with me tonight.
Anyway, a couple of kisses and “See you tomorrooowww.” (Yeah yeah, sure, whatever ^^.)
I suggest a walk through Nana Plaza—I’d like to show the Fellow Traveler what Butterflies is like.
But when we pass by, it’s practically empty—three girls on each stage and nothing else.
The ever-present Mamasan still manages to spot me and jumps out to say hi.
She apologizes for the lack of girls, saying most are off tonight because the last few days were intense.
She tells me Billboard is busier tonight—yeah, okay.
We keep going and head down to Red Dragon, which is more lively.
We sit down and after getting drinks, a staff girl comes over and lines up a bunch of girls for us to choose from.
The Traveler looks vaguely embarrassed—or at least surprised.
I, on the other hand, grab the staff girl’s hand and use her finger to point at something over the heads of the girls she’s paraded in front of us: the little blonde gnome on stage—an old acquaintance, let’s say.
She goes over, confirms, “This one?”—I nod, and she brings her to me.
Two lady drinks for her since she was on stage, but they don’t push too hard for more.
I try to explain to the good-natured Traveler how things work in Nana Plaza.
After a while, he makes his move and calls over the one he had his eye on—very cute, I must say, the guy’s got a good eye ^^.
Though coming from me, while I’ve got a gnome with an annoying little voice twerking on my lap, it’s not exactly a stamp of quality—but whatever.
I assume my new friend isn’t all that used to places like this, but he seems to be enjoying himself.
We spend some time goofing off with the two wild ones.
Then, since neither of us intends to barfine, we say our goodbyes and move on to somewhere else. Unfortunately, it happened on a slow night—aside from Billboard (which I don’t like) and Red Dragon (which is in great shape), the rest feels vaguely desolate.
But to be fair, it’s almost 2 a.m., and there’s a general sense of emptiness in the air.
I suggest we hit up the “Dungeon,” a.k.a. Angel Witch, for one last beer—just to catch a couple of goofy little shows maybe.
The place is completely empty, except for one couple with a girl and a handful of wild ones on stage, including the one from the other night—currently the only one I’d even consider.
So I call her over and offer her a drink, mostly just so I don’t feel cold.
Shortly after, we head out again, and before swinging by the Orange Bar to say goodnight, I propose we grab a drink at the infamous Check-In—mostly just to see my fellow traveler’s reaction.
Kind of a personality test, let’s say. (Kidding, of course ^^)
But even there, partly because of the late hour and partly because the night is slow almost everywhere, there’s really not much going on.
The top picks are nowhere to be seen—a couple were upstairs and only come down right as we’re about to leave.
Aside from that, nothing worth noting.
We grab a drink and look around, and I can’t help but laugh at his innocently amused outburst: “Look at the package that guy has there!” referring to a “mullet” playing pool, he makes a comment that cracks me up, then tells me some interesting things about his trip.
Trying to get a quick read on him, I’d say he’s a solid guy—with a real hunger for adventure, but also a high risk of falling in love.
Which, in certain contexts, isn’t exactly healthy if not handled properly.
Still, he seems like a sharp one. (all my healthy envy for the Japanese lady, very pretty, although it could have been better^^), it is always a pleasure to meet people like that. We engage in conversation with two thirsty LBs, and our valiant adventurer does not flinch (test passed I would say, not like those cowards who run away as if someone is chasing them to bugger them^^)and then back to greet the other friend at theOrange in Soi 11/1 The situation hadn’t changed much, except for some girls who were a bit more drunk, like Ink, who wanted to make peace because, according to her, I hadn’t paid attention to her for a few days—something possible, though I don’t remember it. And Pik, as cute as ever, although honestly, despite the bar’s prankster friend trying to push things in a playful way, I didn’t really feel like taking her home; otherwise, I would have done it already.
Rather, I’d consider her sister, but only because, as they say, she never goes with anyone ^^.
Anyway, after a while, the new friend said goodbye because he had a flight in the morning (it was a pleasure, see you next time, and all the best!).
So I stayed a bit longer with Pik, who tonight seemed more “friendly” than usual.
I don’t know if it’s because she thought I wanted to take her away or something else, but the fact is she kept me company until I decided to call it a night, since I’d already done enough today and didn’t want to force things unnecessarily, risking ruining the last two days of this little adventure.
I’m going to go to sleep now; I’ll talk to you when I get back to Europe.
Bye-bye Fellow Travelers!
