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I don't think much has changed in the police force that regard, sorry to say. I've had reason to deal with police during my working life and socialised with them to some extent. Some were just bent because the career lends itself to it and occasionally some were psychopaths with an urge to find and exercise power . Grim but true.

Having read my earlier contribution again, I think I need to "loosen up". Fluency is lacking in my declining years. Going through a dull, deprived patch here in Oz. Hell! Having studied Azura's latest pitch about having a working 6 incher I might just rekindle our relationship. Now, if only my current income stream would experience an uptick. Crowd funding? Is that a goer? Christ I am hornier the older I get! Stay chuned!

Thanks, PDogg!

Seems only ten years ago - and it was. After a few years finding out I was attracted to Asian females and spending several months travelling in Asia, mainly LOS, experiencing the cuisine and exploring the P4P scene in Bangkok, Vietnam (a wasteland mostly, then), Cambodia (did a little better overall), I turned up in Pattaya. Humped various GGs, caught the obligatory STDs by not bagging up with ensuing trips to the jaundiced STD docs at various hospitals and ended up back home. Bored shitless, not unlike right now, I decided to employ the internet to see if I could scratch my itch at home. I had come across LBs in Pattaya during my stays and did find them disturbingly attractive but, apart from an abortive visit to Cambodia, PP to be more exact, which generated my first travel report, "Bubba's Last Dancer", which possibly can still be retrieved from this site's memory bank. Couldn't find it meself, maybe its still somewhere in the archives. Cutting to the chase, I sought and found a prospective service provider in Sydney under her professional name of Azura Blue. I had fond memories of the initial tryst for a first timer. Sadly, she adhered to a strict hygiene regime, no BBBJ, no CIM, no COF etc., etc., you get the drift. A slender, Malay Chinese LB, and a cock that didn't (she did say that she "could cum a little bit" but not for moi on this occasion. She had tits which jounced and bounced like competing soft balls of the baseball little leaguer kind. She was dressed in jeans and a tee I think on the first occasion. I found it kind of a turn on. Any how after a fruitless attempt to orally excite her I got a covered BJ and then ridden cowgirl style till the finish. She was, I guess simulating the heights of ecstacy in a verbal way, sufficient for me to feel extra wicked and generate a fountain in the wrapper. That was it. She was a great conversationalist and we lay there chatting about life and sex. She said, if I recall right, that she was a student of interior design on a visa. A few months later I revisited, hoping for a more earth shaking congress. She opened the door and was wearing a flimsy nighty and had gone to some trouble to stimulate my senses of naughtiness. In fact, I was sort of put off, seeing this skinny Asian bloke in a nighty. Truth be told I hardly ever was stimulated by GGs wearing nighties ever. Preferred the tee shirts and white sensible Bunnykin style of panties. That visit wasn't as inspirational as the first. Why am I recounting this sad old tale, you ask? Well, today I was trolling the net looking for a LB potential root somewhere in this city. I wondered if she was still plying her profession. Not a chance, I thought. There she was with her own website, same pics to a large degree spiced with a few more. I checked to see the last entry date and it was earlier this year during the time of COVID19. My loins stirred for an instant but ....... "Never look back!" Here I am - older, greyer and grizzled. There she still is preserved like a flower or some butterfly in amber. If she happens to read this I hope she's not offended by my impression of her in the flimsy nighty but I do like em looking feminine in tees and shorts. There's one picture in my memorybank of the Pattaya LB Ae as a youngster with youthful confidence in just such simple clothing. To me, a real turn on. Recent pics of her show the passage of the years and although she looks fine, she's lost the bloom in her cheeks. Instead maybe, replaced by the cheeks in her bloomers. But, on a brighter note, I found the site LadyboysWiki and think, if LOS is over for most, that the PI, Vietnam, Malaysia might go someway to filling the gap. Let's hope things get better soon. Follow topic Submit Topic

I wonder what effect the political upheavals will have on the festivities this year, not to forget COVID19?

Many years ago, before I found "the true path", I was in Angeles City with a friend and hooked up with an experienced bargirl from a bar called "Barhoppin", at least that's as far as recollection goes. Gullible as I was, her sad story of working in the involved a long term relationship with a onelegged American who had recently booted her out. (Never stopped to consider how a onelegged man can effectively "boot someone" - shades of the busy onelegged man in a bumkicking contest, I suppose. Anyhoo, she was good company for a greenhorn, not that one, sir, so on we went. I'd recently discovered Dr Stayhard's medication for flaggin libido, Cialis in tabs supposedly 100 mgs in dosage. So I began to medicate every morning on commencement of the relationship. After an enthusiastic participation on my part she began to complain words to the effect: "Bubba, enough's enough! I've cum 9 times and you're cock is still rock hard! Please, please, honeyko! Give it to me up the arse, my puki's fuckin sore!" Not having really been a dedicated arse man in the past, I gingerly applied the lubrication and the rest is .......... It wasn't till years later that learned I was tempting fate in not moderating the dosage by 90%.

On the other more populated board I found there are writers and there are writers or penmen who can could make taking a dump, for instance, an interesting read. I enjoy a well written report that places you in the writer's stead, as it were, rather than a boring recitation of "arrived by taxi, checked in and phones X and Y. Met up @ Z bar, "pulled" a hot bird and done her in the room." I suppose this feature demonstrates the broad spectrum of deviates making use of the board from simple former toilet lurkers to the more educated ones. If this shows me guilty of a form of snobbery then I bow to your judgment.

You're welcome, Blind Boy. Any relation to the Blind Boys of Alabammy? Saw them live a few years ago at the annual blues n roots festival up Lismore (NSW) way.

Sydney, Straya Late posting - was living in Patts for past 10 years, off and on. No super or much savings but a steady income stream from property (shops & suites). Of course the arse fell out of that just after I came home for usual time with kids. Then I needed bypasses, again! Had that earlier this year and that cost even with good health cover. So, all hollow logs now emptied and in hock to family too mutt!. How can this happen, I thinks to meself? Now I understand what parents went through in the Depression. Tried to get on the pension online - what a fucking trial that was. Dealt with some robot "how can I help you?". responded with foul language over a month of trying. Stupid thing kept telling me my Tax File Number was "not your tax file number" for starters. Finally got onto a human being at Tax office who had a look and then pointed out I had changed my residential address from adjacent property I owned to next door, i.e. from 9/xxxxx to 10/xxxx fucking thing. Robots are fucking dunces! After that I gets to assets & the robot dunce says I need to file company shit, e.g., balance sheet! (That's where my income came from a partnership every year). If you don't have one then fuck off & starve! My accountant told me I don't file such things cos it's a simple division of income between me & the kids. Try telling that to a fucking computer! The fuckwit who designed the 40 page form needs a fucking bullet in the head! Couldn't go down to the closest pension office because the queues are miles long and COVID-19 was rampant. Shove your fucking pension up your arse, Minister Roberts and your sneering P.M. can then recycle it through his too! Wait! There's more but I'm too stressed to continue. Will visit the DEPARTMENT in the next few weeks - those bastards are going to get an earful!!!!!! p.s. We need a bloke like the Pom's have got as per comment before mine.

I agree BB. First time back in many a year. I confess I thought the site was dying due to lack of new content and persevered with LBPatts instead. My mistake and my lossbut reading this thread takes me back. I stayed in touch with Uncle Ken through FB until recently but he seems to have vanished there too. I did venture back here recently to see if he was still around but apparently not. The reason I joined here along with him was because he had a run in with some people on LBPatts and in solidarity I joined up here. There was and are some real stirrers on that site and I think I've gone close to being banned for some tart rejoinders. It took a little while to work out why my responses or debate arguments were being culled mostly due to the Trump cultists and right wing people. LCD types in my opinion. Let's see if I get trolled here. Join the far queue, chasps!

Thank you, PD. It's an ill wind that does nobody any good, they say. Bad backs also present a problem when the crapper is a lowdowner. But it forces you to address the problem and master the weakness as best you can. I can recall visiting and staying in a rural village home with a former GF and wondering just how I was gonna arise without calling for aid. Quelle embracement as they say, sorta.

It's for your own good in a way, PD. High thrones maybe easier to rise from but not so good for "chokin a darkie, mate". Squatting has certain benefits in expelling a nasty eyewaterer. Hence the low slung ones in most Thai abodes of the past year. The dastardly influence of Western civilisation has crept into Asian culture and high crappers are slowly taking over. The drawback to the low slung model is that if your knees or quads aren't up to speed you are marooned, without assistance, caught between two stools you might say.

Au contraire, Duke. It is you that needs a good tongue-lashing, methinks.

I recall one girl from Guess a few years ago. One of my earliest experiences. Became an aggressive little thing in the loom and then spent long time in the bathroom. I was by then so pissed off I ordered her out and told her to "f" off. Had enough of the manipulations and was at that time quite nervous about what was going on. She went off in a huff and afterwards I looked in the bathroom bin. She left some antibiotic tablets. Methinks I may have dodged a bullet? Also managed to nick about ten of my multi-coloured condoms the little @!#$%

Probably a report by Thai police that he was under influence of drugs/his g/f left him and he decided to end it all by wedging his head in the lift. Any different solutions?

Ah! This is Pattaya!

Did you tell her she should feel honoured. Being invited to piss on the Lord of the Flies?

One recently spurted on me whilst riding cowgirl style. But, I did give her some physical encouragement.

Essential. Then nobody has to sleep on the "wet patch", eh?

Almost a serial husband, me. Often think about the morning of the first nuptials. I was staying with a mate, observed to him that I felt like hopping in the car and hitting the road instead. He advised me to do just that. I was conscious of all the social obligations of that day; people travelling long distances to see me fixed up etc. Stupidly bound to compliance with convention. Why didnt I? How would it have turned out? Bailed out of that one after five or so years of being a semi drunk with her and springing two kids. Fell straight back into another one who promised "never to tie you down".... Oh yeaaahh! A life sentence served with no time off for moderate behaviour. Again compliance with social norms. Eventually retired and we fought continuously ever after. Eventually she said:"Its my way or the highway!" What was she thinking? I took option B and have never looked back. Sure there have been a lot of the emotional twists and turns but I am alive now. Ironically, she is not. If I stayed and knuckled under for 6 or so years I would have ended up with a lot more income. But, hey! I am happier now with less. Guess you could say I'm becoming a minimalist?

Wouldn't worry me at all. I'm off to bed about 9.00 p.m. and up and having my 3rd piss for the night about 4.00 a.m. One of the benefits of advancing years, I suppose. Stuffed bladder and a piss horn. The latter can come in handy if there's been a failure to perform earlier in the evening.

During a short stay in hotel on soi 4 Sukhumvit, BKK, I used to eat at a restaurant down the road from Raja hotel, cant recall the name of it. I noticed the Hilary Bar sign referred to in a post above. Whilst at this restaurant one morning, I observed a fairly "out there" couple of LBs sauntering past. One of the staff mentioned that LBs weren't allowed in the place "because they cause trouble". Guess its a bit of a mindset for some operators. Maybe a bad experience or two? Of course, there would be many GGs that would fit that character description as well. Tatts, raunchy dress sense. ribald behaviour when soused. Come to think of it - there are quite a few blokes that would fit that description as well.

What sort of filling do they use for these bangers? Ohh! Never mind. I'll be on my way. Taa Raa!

you mean this one, down below the grey box?

Would that be the "brown eye" then. I think SS would like to know.