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She goes by Stephanie Cloe in her FB page. As you noted she goes by Stephnie in pinalove. Maybe a typo, or Stephanie was taken... Average age of sex tourists here is 75 ? Not from what I see... 40s, 50s, 60s yes. Not many 75 yo have the stamina to travel this far or even to chase girls. There is a small expat community running the hospitality businesses here and then some French who split their time between here and France plus come and go non-sex tourists, including adventurous young europeans who get all the girls' attention whether they are looking for sex or not... Where I am there is one and only one night venue for the foreigners to meet girls and there must be between 50-100 girls every night and probably no more than 20 guys looking for sex. Last year I met all my girls in that venue, this year I am meeting them from civilian life. Compared to TH or the PH, 100 girls to pick from in a bar area is nothing, but the beauty of this place is that virtually any girl/woman you see will make herself available if you show interest. There is no stigma to sleeping with older foreigners and the ladies are quite liberal with their affections, including the muslim ones. They are happy with very little and will latch-on if you give them the chance. I am not planning on "importing" anyone to Europe... Hi barforth I am all recovered now and back at testing my limits as regards boozing and sexing... You know me well and that I am itching to show off my latest conquests, but this being a ladyboy board I hesitate. I post a couple pics for you of my 2 nurses who worked out well while I was sick but then feelings and jealousy got in the way and one of them departed. I am trying to do like I do in the PH and gather myself a small harem of 4 or 5 chocolate pussies, but the most I managed to sleep with was 2 and then 1 left in the morning. The one who I started out with is determined to keep me as her white cash cow trophy and I have leveraged that to do all kinds of things to her anus (allegedly virgin until I got to it) but I want to butterfly a little, which I have during daytime, since STs are as easy as stepping out for a beer. Sissywise, I have only seen the same one I mentioned (and posted) last year but he is not the feminine-looking type and already knows I am not interested. Last year he said he'd get me a girlie-looking one but he didn't and this year I have not insisted. I guess if I was a more diligent TR writer like @snoopdawg I could write about the many wonderful natural attractions I am touring and post pictures of lemurs and whale sharks and big fat baobab trees and perhaps some BMs might enjoy it, but I don't feel the same kind of drive to write about that stuff as when I am writing about the sissies I pork. In one week I move to another part of the country. Maybe I will find sissies there. Pour le moment, les infirmières:

In regards to the 2 above posts posted a week ago: Hi @Pulci Gorgon thanks and I don't even know where to start... Your take on my trip is correct in some regards but is no basis for drawing the conclusion that the fact I am not fucking a different sissy every night like I used to implies "Pattaya is becoming bland." Yes it is becoming less populated with prostis, but it is still a long long way from bland. No other place like it in the world I know of. It is me who is becoming blander due to the fact that I now go on months long mongering trips, so I don't feel that "use it or lose it" drive to fuck as many sissies and GGs while it lasts as when I took 1 week or 2 trips. I have also shifted my priority from ejaculating into their orifices to connecting and getting to know them and experience their world... This has its advantages but also conditions my butterflying as is the case in AC where I have a troupe of groupies I don't want to let down when I am there... Speaking of AC, where did you learn about "Stephanie"? She is the sissy I call John Lennon. There is much much more related to my personal life that affects my mongering drive... In fact I may be on the verge of entering into a relationship with a white woman my age, who has been aware of my trips and surely guesses what I do on those trips my reputation as a player preceding me. She seems to accept me nevertheless ... In fact as I am writing this I am already on another trip. Back to MADAGASCAR. Left Europe a week ago and the trip did not start well. Missed a connection. My luggage did not arrive. Am sick with flu or COVID (dare not test for fear of what may happen if I'm positive). I have 2 young GG nurses taking care of me (one of them as dark-skinned as a human gets) and spend much of my day eating chocolate pussies, sometimes stacked up on each other. Like last year, I don't see any feminine looking sissies around and, unlike last year, am not going to make the effort to ferret out 1 or 2 for the sake of bragging on this board... So I am not sure it is of much interest if I do a TR on fucking black GGs only, especially since they will be the same latching-on ones. Unlike last year I intend to travel around the islands if my health recovers and will report here if there is anything I think may be of interest to BMs... Party on! I am trying to. Rom

I am writing this post already in Europe where I arrived 2 days ago. The last 3 days of the trip were spent in Manila with a GG who I would like to cast as not a prosti but that's objectively what she is the I'm-so-special-to-her illusion notwithstanding. She is 30, not the most delicate of beauties, borderline dwarf in fact, but I relish her soft curvy little body with grapefruit natural boobies unsaggied by motherhood. She giggles at everything I say--a sure sign of feminine affection if I know anything about it. She makes herself learnful and available to all my sex indulgences and sleeps all night embracing me with one hand and holding my boys with the other. And I think that's all I should say about her this being a ladyboy board and to further recount my time with her might lack in interest, if not come across as a provocation, to BMs more keen on dangling cock sissies as befits this board. I will instead recap my week long stay in AC where I basically shacked up for the duration with 3 tenured sissies + 2 rotating guest ones. Not my preferred scenario from a sissy body count POV as it became pointless for me to pursue new sissies who I would not bugger for lack of time, bed space and stamina. It did wonders however for my ego to have 3 young souls so eager to be with me that money is not a consideration as long as I spend it on their food and fun as freely as they have come to expect from my track record. And let's face it: as sexually degenerate as I am, I am a also a heart of butter who will not shoo away sissy old friends like John Lennon who rushed back to AC the moment he heard I was in town and then left the same day I did, or our 3sum sidekick Kim who has so often indulged me in tandem with John Lennon, or our new 4sum addition little Bouncy who took all the buggery for the 2 others on account of their anuses being out of commission and who became homeless in the course of my stay on account of the squatter's shack she called home being razed. Besides the money and the food and the drinks, I think they cherish my company for the father figure I can be and the temporary respect they get for being with me be it at the hotel or at the food and entertaining establisments. You see I make it possible for them to come and go to the hotel without the guards bothering to clear them and to spend the day at the hotel pool where they are made to feel welcome by the staff and many of the guests and especially their GFs who interact with them. This is not something the ST mongers can give them. Little Bouncy who last year had shunned me for some reason I dont remember told me before we parted that she loved me. Whether she meant it as a father or as a mate I am not sure, but her affection seemed heartfelt and I take whatever love I can get. Going forward I can not keep fucking mostly John Lennon every time I come to town so I am going to have to calibrate my plan. The last 2 trips I had brought along an old acquaintance MILF who was agreeable to me buggering her in conjunction with the sissies. Unfortunately I came to regret it this trip because after our second trip the MILF did NOT go back to her province and is now back on the streets of Ermita as a bottom of the barrel prosti likely on drugs if she can earn the money to buy them which must be difficult with her now disheveled and emaciated appearance. I ran into her but I was with the dwarf and she did not want to speak to me. Good because I feared a scene. I see nothing uplifting happening in her future and I now feel guilty that she finds herself in greater jeopardy than when I located her and brought her to me. My intentions were good to brighten up her dire existence in the province with stays at a resort and a boat trip and then send her back with some saved money to pay her debts and consolidate her life. That's how it worked after the first trip, but after the second trip with all the booze and party she did on my tab she decided she did not want to go back to the dull life of being a cleaning lady or whatever she was doing when I tracked her, so she used the parting money I gave her to get a hotel room in Ermita and to buy beer and likely crack and after 3 days she was back living in the streets she is so familiar with from previous homeless spells. I so regret what I did... Anyway that's the end of the TR. In 2 weeks I go back to Africa for black pussy I badly crave. One last photo to show I try to fix the damage I or others cause.

Bravo! ... and Thanks! The FACT is that nowhere else in the world but Thailand is M to F transgenderism so widely occurrent which combined with social non-stigmatization of prostitution and relatively low incomes makes it easy and cheap for us to meet and fuck youthful sissies. Korea and Japan have neither such tolerance for transgenderism, nor the poverty causing young lads to get into dresses to sell their asses. We had a BM @The-Sith who claimed to be doing OK hooking up with P4P youthful sissies in the East Coast, but other than him I don't know anyone else who has a frequent-enough sex life with sissies in their western countries. I certainly don't.

Yes she was. And she was even more surprised to hear that some people actually may have stayed through the end of a Trump rally... OK: It's-mid afternoon here in AC and today's post is less upbeat than usual and underscores that my fraternizations with sissies are not just about partying and fucking but that occasionally I am exposed to their moods, humanity and dire circumstances. I will try to draft objectively: Yesterday's post showed 3 schoolgirl outfits I had just just bought for the sissies for us to go bar hopping in style later that night. The 3 of them were with me when I bought the outfits which they picked themselves and seemed enthusiastic about wearing them. But when the time came only 1 of them embraced the idea. Another one felt the outfit was too revealing and was not at ease wearing it, which likewise influenced John Lennon (who is known for her outlandish cosplay outfits) to also not want to wear the full schoolgirl ensemble. I insisted with the renegade one putting it on her that if she did not wear it, I wasn't going to go out that night and as a result none of them would either. They relented, although the 2 spoilfuns did not wear the full matching outfits mixing them with their own clothes. The fact is that we were off to a cranky start and I let them pick a GG bar and they picked Lollipop, which happens to be one of my old time favorites and that remains well stocked with pussy and not frequented by mostly Koreans. The moment I walked in with 3 sissies all dolled-up the GG dancers erupted into cheers and waves that were fast chilled by the sissies sullen mood. The 2 of them just sat and stared at their phones, while me and the other one tried to put on happy faces. Then one of them started nagging about leaving and I realized my plans for the night were shot and this was one of those times I had to show who the boss is. So I told them to get back to the room, get their things and go sleep elsewhere that I was going to party by myself. I gave them enough cash for a meal and off I went to a couple of GG bars without intention of barfining (lady drinks are now 350 pesos, and sex-inclusive barfines start at 3,000 up to 6,000+ for what they call "spotlight girls"). While walking around past Phillies I was hounded by the street sissies and almost picked me one but I really felt like just being alone and sleeping, which I did. In the morning the 3 shunned sissies started text messaging me and I ignored but they showed up after lunch with the outfit boycotting one apologizing profusely and sharing that yesterday the garage where she squats was demolished by the municipality that is clearing that squatters slum. Someone saved her suitcase of stuff but now she finds herself even more homeless. I hugged her and told her she has a right to wear what she wants and counseled her to go home to her family for a few days that I would give her the fare. She sees herself as the family breadwinner (selling her ass) but agreed and says she will go tomorrow (when I leave also) and I hope she does rather than spend the fare money frivolously, which is exactly what she did last night with the food money I gave her that she used to buy an overpriced crop top. I told them we'd go party again tonight one last time and eventually the 4 of us found ourselves in bed and one thing led to another as you can see below in a couple pics snapped by John Lennon. Later tonight we will go out but I am not going to pressure them to wear any outfits for my sake.

Indeed they are. In sissypacks of 3 or 4... I don't know what else to write ... my days are filled entertaining and being entertained by them. Some of you may be thinking I am a sucker for letting them attach and thus prevent me from experiencing more new ones, but it's not easy to shoo someone away who so wants to be with you. One of them is homeless, sleeps in a garage if it's unlocked. Otherwise: the soi. You dont just eject someone like that who on top of her circumstances does her very best to please me sexually any time of day or night. John Lennon at the ripe old age of 20 is also by now more like a friend to me after 4 or 5 reunions. A friend with benefits. Lots of benefits. I can't tell her I am upgrading on her for a cuter younger sissythingy. The other one is more of an amateur than a prosti and she beams with joy for being in my posse with the other sissies who used to ignore her... I may be a pig but I have a heart and will do my part in the GFE illusion. Polygamous GFE I guess. Anyhoo, enough of the sob stuff. My days are filled with mundane stuff that could be a sane man's fantasy. For example, this morning I watched the Kamala-Trump TV debate with a sissy cupping my balls while I fiddled with her dick between my fingers. At some point in the day it was shower time, and a shower with 3 sissies is not your typical shower... This is what I mean... There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Mad Hatter were having tea and the former confided to the latter: "After the shower, Rom laid out each one of their outfits for the night but before they could try them on buggery ensued..."

Another day, another sissy pile-up in my bed... It's not that I don't want them to stick around... but it requires me to be on Sissy Resources management mode all the time... and it preempts me from experiencing new sissies as I have neither the bed space nor the bed stamina to take on fresh new ones for who I'd rather be fully erectional functional on a first encounter... On the other hand, my days and nights are spent with shifts of sissies laying in my bed who I can just touch and probe at will including in what I consider a very satisfying form of sex namely enjoying the naked body of a sleeping partner without waking her up... I also get my ego boosted when they give themselves to me like a wife in a harem long waiting for her turn and determined to bond with her master the best she can while she can. When they are not sleeping or being subject to buggery they tend to be in the swimming pool running me a tab of fruit milkshakes... At night I take them for dinner and drinks maybe clubbing if I have the energy and the cash in local currency. When the time comes to go to sleep they all want to crash in my room but I set a limit of 4 (3 in the bed with me + 1 in the loveseat). The hotel has said nothing so far, but I am waiting for the shoe to drop. Perhaps they realize that the sissies generate steady bar consumption and no one complained yet. In fact the pool bar waitresses and the other mongers' GGs love them. That's the general picture. I could perhaps say a little something about each of them, but the post is long enough and they are waiving me back to bed... PICS:

Hi barforth. 'JL' (John Lennon) was not around my first 2 nights. She was in her province and one of the other sissies told her I was in town and she came right away despite me telling her to take her time... The sissy in the green mankini is Lia who I met for the first time my first night and hitched her on the spot and who has the C potentially L bent cock. The bend causes huge tension when the cock erects and I don't think I have ever handled a harder one... The bend did not restrict any activities although I adjusted. For example it made it hard for me to blow her from most angles, but when she sat on my face it was a perfect fit with the bend fitting right through my tonsils with bulb all the way down to the larynx. The bend would certainly have restricted me letting her top me as I would not want to risk that iron hook pushing sideways against my intestin walls and tearing them, but the issue of me being topped never was in play as she had made clear from the beginning that she did not want to be topped because she had protrusions around her asshole and I dont accept that sissies top me if they dont want me to do it to them. And speaking of protrusions around sissies assholes, I am 3 for 4 with the sissies I hooked up with so far. Besides Lia, one has a bad case of the 'roids and the other (John Lennon) has a small tear. So tiny little Bouncy is taking it all for the team from the romrod... I must remember to go buy them some a-hole medicine as they don't seem too concerned with their money-earners... On other news, the sissy grapevine here now says Scarlet died from a cristal meth OD, not AIDS-induced pneumonia as first reported. Either way a sad, sad waste of a life... Other than that, my days here in AC are passing by with me surrounded by sissies that come and go from my hotel room and who join my posse at night. We have slept 4 to a bed and an extra 1 on the loveseat. So far the hotel has not said anything abot me having so many guests and of the shunned sissy kind on top. I pay the latch-on sissies practically nothing and only pay the ones I fuck but I spend rivers of money on them in the context of our joint entertainment. A considerable part of such entertainment takes place around swimming pools, so I will just post some pool-action pics here at my hotel and at the Aqua Beach, which is AC's fanciest joint to party the night away. Party On!

Oh yes! This Board really comes alive when once (twice?) a year the Thai 7-11s give out little stamps (1 stamp per 50 baht purchase; booze excluded) and the sissy chasing sexpats inexplicably go on a stamp-collecting frenzy that they celebrate here in the board. Well the limited time stamp giveaway was on when I was in Patts-BKK last week and I earned myself a few that were all snatched on the spot by the nearest sissy. So I can't post any pic of the stamps here for the delight of the BMembership, especially since the ones I got had the adorable little Doraemon cartoon character. But sorta by accident I did keep the booklet for the stamps which came in the suitcase with me to the PH. Here is a pic of said booklet on 3 PH sissies who had no idea WTF I was doing to them.

Thanks for posting to say that Kaiser. I do have a sense of "loss" but feel also a sense of guilt in that such loss underscores how I took joy from her company without impacting her life for the better. The best I could do was take her on a weeklong vacation trip with 2 other sissies and hopefully she made as fond memories as I did. And despite the shock effect that her departure at such young age caused, my life will go on unaltered. I am sorry Scarlet rest in peace. As I write these words it's my 3rd night in Angeles and, unlike in TH, here I don't have the alone time or focus to write TRs because I am constantly surrounded by sissies who seek to latch on for as long as I will have them. Knowing that, I had planned in advance to spend the first night one-on-one with a sissy I have known for several years but only started fucking on my last trip. She will do anything for me sexwise, including things I have no intention of doing. Her name is Bouncy (it's her birth name for real) and you will be hearing/seeing more of her... On my second night we already slept 4 to a bed. Bouncy, Kim (another harem regular) and a new one I spotted last night on the Phillly's corner who is very elegant and goes by Lia. Great kisser, rock hard thick C-shaped cock, but did not let me anywhere near her cornhole, which I think has the piles or the warts from what I could feel when I attempted to run a finger through her clenched buttocks. Kim also has a pile and her a-hole is off limits. Bouncy whose rosebud is as immaculately scrumptious as ever will be bearing the brunt of the buggery. The sissy I call here in the board John Lennon was not in town when I arrived, but when she learned I am she came right away. She is probably here by now and I will run into her when I go back out to Walking Street after I finish this post. My posts from here AC are bound to be repetitive: me group-partying with the sissies... so I will just post some photos and you will get the idea of what I am doing from the photos directly ... I will try to focus on specific topics in forthcoming posts. Party On!

It's been 4 nights since I got to the PH and I spent the first 3 in Manila with a GG I like and had been with on my previous trip and then I came to Angeles City (AC) where I've just woken up from a wonderful night of GFE sex with one of the sissies here I've known a few years. Sadly, just as I arrived in Angeles, another sissy I used to party and travel with passed away with "pneumonia". The news did not come as a shock to me as I already knew she had been hospitalized and I know that when that happens to the impoverished, drugs-infected and weakened sissies chances are it's the end of the road for them. The sissy name of my deceased friend was Scarlet and she must have been around 24. When she started out she was one of the hottest most fun sissies in Angeles and I hang out with her a lot and took her on an Easter trip with 2 other sissies to Marinduque Island where we partied like Romans. The other sissy in the pic was my beloved Amber who has also passed away. Theirs are ephemerous lives of beauty that lasts with their youthful femininity and are cut short by heartbreak, rejection and drugs, which are the surest way to catch the dreaded disease no one has to die from anymore, but sadly in the PH they still do. The last time I was with her was last year and she had withdrawn from street life and said she was in the home of a brother or sister taking care of their infant child full time. She had lost the playfulness of her teens and was very much focused on just getting by, which I suspect was derailed by persistent drug addiction. A trip is not just about partying and sex and I thought I'd trip report about this heartbreak and record her memory with a couple pics. I hesitated to include the coffin pics that may disconcert some BMs, but made them small so as to reduce the macabre factor and respectfully show a beautiful human being finally at peace. Goodbye Scarlet. Thanks for the memories.

Hi barforth. You have a keen memory. That was over 1 year ago I purchased 3 helmets from a Russian expat who said he was an ex-Red Army officer hustling for cash and offering to sell personal belongings including his full officer's uniform: One was the Afghan War issue helmet pictured below (with the white camo spots; the sissy model is Coca-Cola) and it's 100% real and has the name of the original owner, which allegedly was the Russian expat's (it says in Russian script "Sargent" and then a NAME I don't remember). The second was an excavated WWII german helmet (modeled also by Coca Cola who had no idea why I was telling her to stretch out her right arm) with the metal considerably corroded and stabilized with a coat of translucent rust converter. It has consistent Waffen-SS decals, but I confess I am a bit suspicious of how bright and red the nazi symbol one his. The other decal (SS - not shown) is more credible. I doubt this helmet is a fake as they have plenty to rob in the graves and they are not expensive. On the other hand, why did the Russian bring that helmet to TH if he wasn't even alive during WW2? I think he said it was a family relic but it was not a captured helmet. It was dug from the ground all corroded... Go figure. If you are considering a Russian WWII helmet, I also don't think it would be a fake, as apparently they are still being used in the Ukraine War to the ridicule of the russians... I bought a 3rd helmet from the Russian expat, which was a more modern plastic fiber parachutist helmet, which I wore while riding the Pattaya bike taxis and then making for quite an entrance when I carried it into the sissy bars. I don't seem to have a picture of it. But to sum up: I doubt any Russian military memorabilia (even ranking officer's uniforms) are fake because there is so much of it... the Nazi stuff is a different story with for example a Luftwaffe parachutist helmet (that looks more like a bowl) going for 2,000+ USD if it's real. An infantry one like mine in comparable shape might go for 200-300 and I paid less than half of that... if the decals are deemed real it would be worth more. Barforth is in the UK and if you are from there you can still find plenty of quality WW2 material. Not exactly cheap anymore but as good as it gets in terms of choice from all combat fronts. Hope this helps. Cheers R

“If I had a world of my own" Rom said to the Mad Hatter "every sissy would be nonsense. No sissy would be what he is, because every sissy would be what she isn't. And contrary wise, what she is, he wouldn't be. And what he wouldn't be, she would. You see?” My previous post was 4 days ago where I reported how after getting signs of affection from Ly Ly (with Ys and 2 words please she told me) I was going to spend my final 4 nights in Thailand with a cherished Pattaya sissy I met 2 years ago: COCA COLA who has previously been featured here in my TRs. The last time we were together over a year ago I had taken her to to Phuket and it was a bit of a disappointment as she mostly slept all day and prevented me from doing the joint daytime activities I had in mind plus such sluggishness made sex less likely to happen to the point I gave up. Nevertheless I remain quite fond of Coca-Cola who is a sweet fun person and she stayed in touch saying she misses and loves me so after a year and a couple of trips to TH of not telling her I decided to give us another chance by taking her with me to BKK. We met in Pattaya as reported and the first night and the morning after, we fucked twice and the sex was as it should be and I was thrilled to get reacquainted with her meaty cock and balls. Then we took a taxi to BKK and she went into hibernation. She slept in the taxi. As soon as she got in the room she was thrilled with how nice it was and proceeded to the immaculate king size bed from where she only got up to have a nice dinner at the river and then right back to bed to sleep with her clothes on. In the morning more of the same: I had to wake her up to make the lavish breakfast buffet before 10:00 and then we had our only BKK sex (brief oral only). Then we went to the big weekend market (Chattuchak) where she got impatient with my shopping interests and I had to pay for her to get a massage so I could browse in peace for an hour during when I bought an antique sleeping Buddha perhaps influenced by Coca-Cola's narcolepsy. Once back at the hotel, she went right back to sleep and when it was time for dinner she said she was sick so I went to get some take- out to eat in the room, which she did not even get up for. And that was night 2. Day 3 was the last one and I just let her sleep all day but in the afternoon forced her to get out of bed to go to the Sukhumvit bars, which she had wanted to all along to meet some sissy friends. I also had made plans to meet with one of the LBR BMs at Cindy's. Coca Cola and I went first for dinner at Soi Cowboy and when it was time to go to Cindy's it was pouring rain like crazy and flooded the soi and we tried to get out during a brief slowdown in the rain thinking it might be over but it only got worse and we got soaked in a matter of seconds. At that point neither of us wanted to bar hop anymore and we tried to take a taxi to the hotel, with the drivers quoting 800-1000 baht for what is normally a 200 baht ride if they use the meter. So we just took the MRT back, and walked the 500 yards or so from the station to the hotel luckily under lighter rain. In the course of this soaking, Coca Cola was constantly whining and making it harder for me to make the decisions necessary and I got tired of her sassyness and once we left the MRT I just walked in a brisk pace ahead of her to the hotel not caring how she got there, which she did 15 minutes later with bags of Thai food even though she had eaten just 1 hour before (steak! she insisted she wanted steak!). Needless to say any romantic mood was shattered and I just wanted to get out of there and get rid of her which I did the next morning at the airport, where again she fussed as if it was my fault there was no bus to Pattaya for the next 2 hours. I just gave her some money considerably reduced by what I would have given her if she had been more sexually accessible and she took it and I was happy she did not protest. All in all I am disappointed but I dont regret it as a last time together since I will not be shacking up with her anywhere anymore no matter how much she says she loves me. She is a good kid who has not matured consistent with her age and quasi-prosti life. She exhibits some mild autistic traits and perhaps her constant desire to be curling in bed reflects depression tendencies. On the other hand, she can be fun when she wants to, she is very social with everyone and makes instant conversation, and she is not concerned with how much money I give her as long as she has some. On this trip she started calling me "Papa" which is something no Thai had ever called me (while in the PH they've been calling me "Daddy" since my early 30s). Perhaps that's why I like her: Paternal Instinct. Coca-Cola recently posed for FranksTGirlWorld for which she got 7,000 baht. I have hundreds of naked and XXX shots of her and some are posted here in the Board. Her lack of interest in sex this time also had the effect of me not making the effort to take pics so I have practically none from the 4 days we spent together. I will just post a few below so you don't think I am making all this up. If you want to see her erect cock use the board search function with "Coca Cola" I am now in Manila where I am spending 3 days and nights with a MILF (technically not MILF since she has no kids) I call the Maid with Benefits. I am wondering if anyone is interested I TR about her or just wait for the sissies who are waiting for me in Angeles. Party On!

3 wows!!! thanks RHH33. but in a scale of how many ? ------------------- So yesterday was the day Coca-Cola, a Pattaya free range sissy I've known for a couple of years and featured in previous TRs, finally joined me. Having parted with Lyly and Diamond late in the morning, I then went to eat at the Pattaya Beer Garden and told Coca-Cola to meet me there. Afterwards we went to my hotel and immediately the goofery started. She realized she was missing her purse with her documents and some money. She was not sure if she brought it to the restaurant or left it at the friend's where she had slept. I had to prod her to go out and look for it but said friend was away until the next day. Instead of us taking a reacquainting nap together, I again found myself alone in the room where I stayed until 9 pm dozing off and watching series. I still don't understand if she located the purse but she does not seem worried about it. At 10 PM, as promised, I went to visit Lyly at Cindy's and on the way there I picked another calzone and garlic bread to eat there. No more Lyly hard-to-get games this time. She joined me right away and I got us a couple of beers, barfined her on sight and went to one of the ST rooms to eat and drink in lovers' embrace. It was like a picnic in a ST room. We laid together afterwards and an orgasm happened (hers) despite the fact that there was no buggery (I'm drained to the bone marrow and was saving myself for Coca-Cola!). Lyly had wanted to come with me to BKK and when I said I could not take her she decided she is going there anyway to work a couple days at Cindy's 1 and then continue to Cambodia. She thinks l am going to barfine her. But how can I if I am with Coca-Cola??? Coca-cola is here peacefully sleeping by my side as I write this post and in a couple of hours we will take a car to BKK.

not when I tried at first with a condom I was not... and let's leave it at that. ----------------- Today's post concerns what I see as a very special development this trip and I hope only I have the clarity of thought and of drafting to report it insofar as the joy and regrets it generated. Yesterday was a long day all spent alone in the room, but for a brief exit to get something to eat. Dozed off at least 3 times while watching House of the Dragon as all these party and boom-boom nights take their unmerciful toll on a man my age the following day. I did not make it out of the room until 9 PM when I went for a calzone and garlic bread sticks from my favorite Patts pizza joint. Then checked first Bon Bar yet again (no Fang!) and then went to Cindy's not even sure why. On my way there in the little alley that shoots off Buakhao I spotted in a GG bar what looked like to me as a gorgeous ladyboy and she was waiving at me. Should stop I thought but did not. Can always come back. At the end of the alley to my left there stood Cindy's in all its glory not a farang in sight and upwards of 10 sissies in sling bikinis playing pool and looking at their cell phones. Not a single one of them looked my way although I knew they had all seen me. I dont know what I expected but I just turned around to walk away into that other alley that shortcuts into Chayapoom. 20 or so meters down the alley I hear the hurried clunk of high heels and yells of "Rom! Rom ! Come back" ... I turned around and it was Lyly. Beautiful proud Lyly who is chased by farangs, not the other way round. And the rest is History. A night too eventful to report in full detail in a post of the length I allow myself. But as you can see from the pics there was Delirious, there was Peachy Lily where there was a second barfine (name Diamond), there was Walking Street, there was Lucifer, there was a soi food stall at 3 in the morning, and then there were 3 to a bed where I used my mouth to perform what a tequila dick could not. An "I love you" was spoken in the dark and a promise was made to start over tonight, a promise that will not be kept because a prior promise had been made.. Lyly also made herself available (ASKED actually) to come with me to BKK, which she had steadfastly refused on several occasions earlier in this trip and in my prior one. Problem is I had already asked another sissy who loves me (Coca-Cola) and made arrangements in that regard. I now regret it and could still easily cancel (Coca-Cola does not know I'm in town already) but that's not the kind of shit I do when I have feelings of fondness towards someone and I do feel such fondness towards Coca-Cola. Tonight I am going back to Cindy's and try not to break Lyly's heart or the illusion of a heart prone to breakage. I will also try to keep prospects of such longing for my company until my next trip back to Patts, which will be sooner than I had not yet planned. There are 2 ways for the reader to SUM UP all this babbling from an old fool: 1 - Lyly likes Rom 2 - Lyly used Rom to provide her and her friend a fun night out. Either way, I'm loving it. The pics: