Hello fellow Travelers!
How is the new year going? For me it has started great since I am still here in Bangkok and it is great these first few days of January. It is not that in the rest of the year the weather in this part of the world is not pleasant, but the “cool” season from November to the end of February is really perfect, especially here in Bangkok, it is warm but not too hot, the humidity is very little and as soon as the sun goes down there is a practically constant temperature of 26 degrees until dawn, other than the cold European winter, that is a temperature fit for life. Anyway, I am here to tell you about the three days I have just spent and I am always writing from the small terrace of my room at theStable Lodge Hotel, which after a few days’ stay I am learning to appreciate in its genuine simplicity as a small hotel in the midst of the concrete behemoths that for much of the day hide the small pool in the garden a few meters from the pedestrian bustle of soi 8. It is 06:30 in the morning on Friday, January 5, and I have already been awake for a while because last night I preferred to go to bed early after a little visit to the Billboard and the following fleeting encounter in my room with Miss Meow, who like a good kitten passed the infamous Sacred Sheep Test with flying colors, but then I was not feeling too fit, perhaps because I drank too much and slept too little the night before, but what can I do, I am not twenty or even thirty anymore. On Tuesday, however, I had felt like going back to the Kiss massage on soi 22 (on the left from the side opposite the Admiral Suites Hotel, which, by the way, is the first hotel I stayed at in Thailand over seven years ago), I take the small side street full of other massage shops, practically all from the same management. As I head straight toward the Kiss Massage, my attention is caught by a petite girl with a nice face, vaguely Japanese-looking, the kind I like. I smile and point my finger toward her as I approach, stop, greet her, and let her lead me inside the place called Bangkok Passion Massage. Inside I am made to sit on a sofa and I am offered the house menu with photos of all the operators, I put it on the table and with the usual smile on my face I point again to the mignon from before who smiles back, then I pay the 2000 Baht for the Full Inclusive service at the cashier and “Bella” (this is her battle name) accompanies me up the narrow stairs to the second floor, parks me in the little room and says she will be right back, a classic ritual of massage centers and the like. While I wait I look at the room, it is spartan but there is air conditioning, a shower, a nice hard double bed and a large mirror on the side along the entire wall. Bella comes back in, now her long black hair is tied in a simple ponytail and I confirm the fact that she is really cute, she hands me a bottle of water and arranges the tools of the trade, oil, towels and the rest, her one-piece dress slips off in an instant as well as the black bandeau bra and panties of the same color, she has a nice little body and a beautiful natural breast of all respect, which for her small build is not at all common in this corner of the world. We move to the shower, she washes me, I wash her a little because it is a pleasure to touch, then she dries me, dries herself and makes me lie down. The massage is pleasant but nothing memorable but when she covers herself in oil and starts to slide on my back like an eel I like it. At a certain point she invites me to turn on my back and after having delighted the regal bird who is clearly already in love with her she proceeds to cover him with the usual latex and then “suck suck and jump jump” I let myself be carried away by the situation with her on top of me, enjoying the scene in the mirror until I explode while I hold her by the hips slamming her on me as if there were no tomorrow. After having freed and cleaned the little soldier, now exhausted but happy, she concludes with a short massage that is more post-fuck caresses until the final shower. I leave her two 100 Baht notes because she deserves them and she leads me down to the entrance, because if I had to get out of that labyrinth of little doors and corridors alone I would still be there trying, she dismisses me with a kiss and I go back to the street happy and light without having to think about how much I spent because it is nothing compared to how much I received in return.
I stroll relaxed toward the Phrom Phong BTS station and go for a walk in the nearby Benchasiri Park, inaugurated in 1992 in honor of Queen Sirikit’s sixtieth birthday. It’s a great place to think and relax in peace while staying in one of the busiest areas of the city. There’s a small lake, benches, people jogging or working out with the equipment in the designated area, young people lying on the grass, moms with kids in the playground area, a kiosk at the entrance to quench your thirst, tourists taking photos, people relaxing in the shade, sculptures, trees, flowers, a girl meditating with her back against a tree, eyes closed, her face turned toward the sunlight filtering through the leaves. And then there’s me, observing her and all those little snapshots of everyday life, thinking that often the simple things are what give life its meaning…
After my poetic moment, I head back to the Nana area where I go for a snack at Hooters (because the booty of the waitresses in shorts does give some meaning to existence), and I order their famous quadruple beef hamburger, of course with fries. It’s basically a food assault. I wash it all down with a San Miguel beer to keep it light. After scanning the entrance of Nana Plaza for a while, watching people come and go, preparing for a new night of wild fun, I head back to the hotel and treat myself to a nap in the cool air.
I wake up when it’s dark and my belly is gurgling because it suffered from the attack a few hours earlier. Luckily I solve the problem in decent time and around midnight after a relaxing shower that brings me back to the world I’m at Butterflies. Time for a Singha and the inevitable Mamasan comes to say hello and suggests a girl but she’s not my type and I decline the offer, strange because she usually guesses my tastes, but not this time. As often happens I borrow the little laser hanging from the neck of my faithful assistant, the usual crazy waitress, and I point it at the butt of a girl who was on the other side of the room on the farthest stage, they call her and she arrives. As for the butt I saw well and overall it’s not bad, but no spark is struck, in the meantime however there is a colleague of hers in front of her, beautiful and cheerful and shaking her hips, she giggles and looking at her says “she’s drunk”, at which point I call her with my little hand because she inspires me to good things and she’s cute even if there’s better in there. I keep them both on me between drinks and then abandon the first one, intending to shorten the second one after one last drink, but since every now and then the mocking karma gets involved, before I invoke the barfine she goes off like the Duracell competitor bunny who has run out of batteries. Apologizing she tells me that before she drank a lot with some customers who filled her up with tequila and now she just wants to go to sleep, basically she is in full sudden alcoholic rage. Better there than in the room, I think. I finish my gin and tonic, say goodbye, pay and go downstairs with my cock embarrassed but it is almost 2 in the morning and I don’t feel like tempting fate in another GoGo at this hour so I head towards the Hotel. I get to soi 8, I slow down, I linger, honestly I don’t even feel like going back to my room right now, I go straight to the next soi, I go into the Check Inn Bar for a beer, at worst I’ll have a laugh before going to bed. The place has the usual relaxed and playful atmosphere, and it’s quite crowded considering the time, there’s also a young couple, I assume Americans, she’s a very fuckable blonde by the way. I order another gin and tonic and a tall, slim creature asks me if I want company, I say yes, offering her a drink and we talk. One of the nice things about the place is that you can talk without having to shout like crazy people and the conversation with “I don’t remember what the fuck her name is” is also pleasant. However, I drink too much and consequently I have to go to the bathroom. While I’m there with the bird in my hand the door opens and the blonde I saw before comes in, it takes her a moment to understand the situation, maybe she drank too much too, I say “HI”, she without getting too scandalized apologizes meanwhile she continues to clearly look at my thing while I’m pissing, then she comes out and enters the bathroom with the correct sticker. But I say, I understand the fact that the place is very promiscuous but you are the only female in there, if you don’t use the female toilet who is supposed to use it?
I leave the bathroom to go back to my drink but the improvised voyeur has made me horny again and I propose to “I don’t remember what the fuck is his name” to suck it slowly until I come, as long as he keeps his underwear on. We agree for 1000 Baht and about forty minutes later I conclude happily thinking back to the blonde from before who was looking at me curiously. I leave a thousand more to “I don’t remember what the fuck is his name” and slipping away from the place now closed for almost half an hour I go to sleep peacefully.
Wednesday, late in the afternoon after going around the shops, I visited 7 Heaven, the Pink Salon Japan style in soi33 where I tried the “combo” Cat + Mini for a 4-hand treatment, or rather two-mouth, since we are talking about blow jobs. The option with two girls costs 2500 Baht for a time of 40 minutes but it is more of a mental whim than anything else, since the service offered by a single operator is already excellent in its genre. I know Cat because I have already enjoyed her services previously, Mini on the other hand is the first time I have seen her and she is definitely prettier, but as far as skill in the service is concerned the first one wins hands down, but overall they are a good team and one completes the shortcomings of the other. : I leave there relaxed and with the thought in my head of trying out all the girls who work at 7-Heaven on soi 33 to see who is the best overall, I take the sky train back to “Nana base” and since the sun is setting I stop by the hotel for a refreshing shower before going to Det 5 for dinner, it’s now one of my points of reference, a safe haven where I’m sure I’ll eat well in a quiet, cool, open-air environment (giant fans everywhere) and surrounded by greenery despite being in the middle of the city, both at night and during the day the place is nice and despite it also being frequented by tourists passing through the prices are low, plus this time I literally had it attached to the hotel and despite the fact that the Stable Lodge has a good restaurant where many people come to eat even if they aren’t staying at the hotel, personally I prefer to go next door and this time I had the vaguely spicy, red soup with mushrooms and prawns and other things in it and another dish based on prawns and squid (I don’t remember the names of the dishes even if I did). I get them tattooed on me) plus rice to mix it all together in my tummy along with a beer, all very good even if it was hard to finish, so much so that when I ordered the waitress warned me that “it’s a lot, are you sure?” but knowing what I was getting into I looked at her smiling and simply said “I’m really hungry tonight”. The rest of the evening was a wandering around bars and gogo messing around after I stopped at the kasalong because the girl from the other day was out there who was bored, and since she’s good I gave her a double pour, one in her pocket and the other in her mouth, I’ll leave you to guess what and where. In the end I went to sleep around three, quite alcoholic but relaxed and smiling given the pleasant company of the evening around Nana and the surrounding area. Sometimes this is enough to be at peace with the world, but I still have half of my holiday to enjoy and anything can happen here in Bangkok.
Until next update, this is Nana, back to you the line there in the frozen moors on the wrong side of the globe.
