THE TASTE: Just can't get enough.

[bumblebee]

You all know the routine, you have your first ladyboy experience holiday/vacation and you are hooked. How much of a change did it make to your life? Did you feel like you have to move to Thailand asap to get more of this new life, ponder for hours on end how you can relocate or did you resign yourself to the fact that this would be an annual event and you would make the most of it, but at the same time think to yourself there is nowhere on the earth I want to be more. Has that feeling changed over the years?

[SiamSam]

My first trip to Thailand was the most anticipated trip of my life and I had travelled most of the globe up until then. I prepared for almost a year reading the various forums and befriending some members even before meeting them. Prior to the trip I researched, read, and did as much detailed sleuthing about the country as best I could.

 

As the departure date approached I was excited beyond belief not really knowing whether this Land of Smiles was all fantasy or real. I decided it was best not to have high expectations and set out on my trip thinking that whatever I was about to encounter would be an adventure. 

 

I was very naive at the time. I packed a ridiculous abundance of Cialis, lub, and condoms. You'd think I was 18 and about to fuck a buffalo herd. I was shaved in areas that hadn't been that smooth since I was a year old. When I think back it was all very silly.

 

I booked my hotel in Bangkok months in advance. I had everything planned down to the finest minute detail. I printed maps, studied the public transit system and knew how I was going to get from the hotel (Majestic Grande) to the circus of Soi 4. I had all of the landmarks I've read about on Soi 4 and Sukhumvit plotted out. I was ready and way, way beyond giddy.

 

The night before my departure I was like a antsy kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus to arrive. I could not sleep. In the morning I arrived at the airport at least 4 hours before the flight's departure. I was pumped to say the least. I had 3 flight connections and flew for close to 24 hours before I touched down at Swampy. I think I was the first off the plane. I had organized a fast track with some company. They met me as I disembarked and scooted me through customs, baggage, and into a taxi. It went very fast. 

 

It was after 23h00 when I arrived in Swampy. I was checked in the hotel by 00h30. Knowing that the bars would be closing at 02h00 I was convulsing with getting over to Soi 4. I showered, shaved, and scooted out of the hotel by 01h00. I asked the doorman where Soi 4 was and he looked at me oddly for a beat or two. He then pointed to an alleyway from the hotel (Soi 2). He said go straight and turn left which I did as quickly as my little feet could take me.

 

Within a minute I found the motherlode of Soi 4. I was there finally!!! It was wonderful and I strolled slowly taking in the magic of seeing this place for the first time. Then I hit Camelot, NANA PLAZA!!! I walked into the centre of the plaza and just looked up and rotated dizzily taking in the neon and human traffic. I swear I was moving in slow motion. It was breath-taking and I was smiling like the cheshire cat. I was in Wonderland, in NeverNeverLand. I don't think I have ever been happier in my entire life. 

 

The clock was ticking. The bars were going to close soon. I was beyond fatigued but to hell with sleeping. I had read all about the ladyboy bars in Nana. Obsessions, Cascade, Temptations, Casanova, etc. I wanted to see them all but time was limited. I had to move fast. So I made a bee-line to Obsessions, walked straight in and when I saw the gaggle of gorgeous ladyboys on stage my heart was pounding out of my chest. I sat down, ordered a drink and I believe starting drooling out of the side of my mouth. I wanted them ALL!!! I simply could not believe what was in front of me. I was fixated and my legs were paralyzed. It was fine if I never moved from the spot for the rest of my life. There are no words to describe the wonderment of it all.  

 

Within 5 minutes of getting there I noticed a real beauty off to the side leaning against the wall. I made eye contact and beckoned her over. She smiled and walked towards me, sat, took my hand, rubbed my thigh, and asked if I liked her. I mumbled yes and immediately paid the bar fine. Within 10 minutes I was in and out of Obsessions with my very first ladyboy in my entire life. I walked from Nana Plaza back to my hotel proud as a peacock and couldn't believe my good fortune. 

 

As we entered my room I was extremely nervous. I had gone over this scenario over and over again in my head for years but now I was like a schoolboy taking a communal shower in gym for the first time. She remained calm and sweet. She showered as I waited on the bed fidgeting like a retarded Woody Allen. She came out wrapped in a towel and snuggled up to me. Before I knew it I had a ladyboy cock in my hand for the first time. And it was rock hard. Yipppeeeeee. Then in my mouth!! Yippeeeee squared. She was soft, gentle, and kissed like an angel. My first experience with a ladyboy was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Then she asked if I wanted her to fuck me. "What?!?!" I said. Hmmm I never thought of that. Stupidly, that part of the ladyboy experience never occurred to me before. It frightened me. I had never done that. She said she would be gentle and I believed her so I tried. Hahahahaha!!! I simply couldn't do it. It hurt like hell even though she was of modest size. I declined which she was fine with. We then proceeded to satisfy each other in other ways and it was nothing short of immense bliss. 

 

That was my first night in LOS. For two weeks I pranced around the neighbourhood and had LBs and GGs galore. It was heaven. I would get up early in the morning and wander over to Lolita's for my AM blow job. From there I would have a inexpensive lunch and then hang in the various beer bars on Soi 4. I would spend the afternoons just watching the scene. At 16h00 I'd go back to hotel to shower, shave, and prepare for the evening. By 17h30 I was back at Nana sitting at the railings of Big Dogs or Lucky Luke's to watch the parade. Suddenly I was an ancient decadent Roman Senator spending my days fucking; eating; fucking; drinking; fucking; meeting friends; fucking; relaxing; and fucking again. I felt I had died and was in heaven.

 

By the time my first trip was coming to an end I had already organized a return trip for 5 or 6 weeks later. There was no way in hell I was going to stay way from my new found Garden of Eden. I soon returned for another 14 days and once again booked another trip. This pattern continued for that entire year. I believe I made 7 trips back to Bangkok during my first year. AND I had not discovered Pattaya yet. That happened the following year.

 

During my first year I went through the standard withdrawals. I hated leaving Thailand. I hated being back home. I hated work. I yearned for Thailand. I lived every day dreaming about my next departure date. All I could think about was how to get back and when.  My life's pre-occupation became organizing my work and finances allowing me to get back to Thailand. I spend countless hours trying to figure out a way to move there permanently. It was all very serious but as time went on with realities kicking in and as I learned more and more about Thais, how they see things, their beliefs, etc. my enthusiasm waned. This has more to do with the practical aspects of my life than anything else.

 

Nowadays, years later, I try to get back a few times a year. I do miss the great friends I had the good fortune to make on these forums. I miss meeting up with them and just being carefree. I miss Bangkok and its vibe. I miss Pattaya and all that is bizarrely special there. I miss the food and certainly miss the weather. 

 

So yes. There is no where on earth I would rather be. Discovering the Land of Smiles is without a doubt a true highlight in my life. I consider myself blessed to have had the opportunity to experience the phenomenon of Thailand. Truly a special place on God's green earth.

[PANIC]

My first trip to Thailand was the most anticipated trip of my life and I had travelled most of the globe up until then. I prepared for almost a year reading the various forums and befriending some members even before meeting them. Prior to the trip I researched, read, and did as much detailed sleuthing about the country as best I could.

 

As the departure date approached I was excited beyond belief not really knowing whether this Land of Smiles was all fantasy or real. I decided it was best not to have high expectations and set out on my trip thinking that whatever I was about to encounter would be an adventure. 

 

I was very naive at the time. I packed a ridiculous abundance of Cialis, lub, and condoms. You'd think I was 18 and about to fuck a buffalo herd. I was shaved in areas that hadn't been that smooth since I was a year old. When I think back it was all very silly.

 

I booked my hotel in Bangkok months in advance. I had everything planned down to the finest minute detail. I printed maps, studied the public transit system and knew how I was going to get from the hotel (Majestic Grande) to the circus of Soi 4. I had all of the landmarks I've read about on Soi 4 and Sukhumvit plotted out. I was ready and way, way beyond giddy.

 

The night before my departure I was like a antsy kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus to arrive. I could not sleep. In the morning I arrived at the airport at least 4 hours before the flight's departure. I was pumped to say the least. I had 3 flight connections and flew for close to 24 hours before I touched down at Swampy. I think I was the first off the plane. I had organized a fast track with some company. They met me as I disembarked and scooted me through customs, baggage, and into a taxi. It went very fast. 

 

It was after 23h00 when I arrived in Swampy. I was checked in the hotel by 00h30. Knowing that the bars would be closing at 02h00 I was convulsing with getting over to Soi 4. I showered, shaved, and scooted out of the hotel by 01h00. I asked the doorman where Soi 4 was and he looked at me oddly for a beat or two. He then pointed to an alleyway from the hotel (Soi 2). He said go straight and turn left which I did as quickly as my little feet could take me.

 

Within a minute I found the motherlode of Soi 4. I was there finally!!! It was wonderful and I strolled slowly taking in the magic of seeing this place for the first time. Then I hit Camelot, NANA PLAZA!!! I walked into the centre of the plaza and just looked up and rotated dizzily taking in the neon and human traffic. I swear I was moving in slow motion. It was breath-taking and I was smiling like the cheshire cat. I was in Wonderland, in NeverNeverLand. I don't think I have ever been happier in my entire life. 

 

The clock was ticking. The bars were going to close soon. I was beyond fatigued but to hell with sleeping. I had read all about the ladyboy bars in Nana. Obsessions, Cascade, Temptations, Casanova, etc. I wanted to see them all but time was limited. I had to move fast. So I made a bee-line to Obsessions, walked straight in and when I saw the gaggle of gorgeous ladyboys on stage my heart was pounding out of my chest. I sat down, ordered a drink and I believe starting drooling out of the side of my mouth. I wanted them ALL!!! I simply could not believe what was in front of me. I was fixated and my legs were paralyzed. It was fine if I never moved from the spot for the rest of my life. There are no words to describe the wonderment of it all.  

 

Within 5 minutes of getting there I noticed a real beauty off to the side leaning against the wall. I made eye contact and beckoned her over. She smiled and walked towards me, sat, took my hand, rubbed my thigh, and asked if I liked her. I mumbled yes and immediately paid the bar fine. Within 10 minutes I was in and out of Obsessions with my very first ladyboy in my entire life. I walked from Nana Plaza back to my hotel proud as a peacock and couldn't believe my good fortune. 

 

As we entered my room I was extremely nervous. I had gone over this scenario over and over again in my head for years but now I was like a schoolboy taking a communal shower in gym for the first time. She remained calm and sweet. She showered as I waited on the bed fidgeting like a retarded Woody Allen. She came out wrapped in a towel and snuggled up to me. Before I knew it I had a ladyboy cock in my hand for the first time. And it was rock hard. Yipppeeeeee. Then in my mouth!! Yippeeeee squared. She was soft, gentle, and kissed like an angel. My first experience with a ladyboy was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Then she asked if I wanted her to fuck me. "What?!?!" I said. Hmmm I never thought of that. Stupidly, that part of the ladyboy experience never occurred to me before. It frightened me. I had never done that. She said she would be gentle and I believed her so I tried. Hahahahaha!!! I simply couldn't do it. It hurt like hell even though she was of modest size. I declined which she was fine with. We then proceeded to satisfy each other in other ways and it was nothing short of immense bliss. 

 

That was my first night in LOS. For two weeks I pranced around the neighbourhood and had LBs and GGs galore. It was heaven. I would get up early in the morning and wander over to Lolita's for my AM blow job. From there I would have a inexpensive lunch and then hang in the various beer bars on Soi 4. I would spend the afternoons just watching the scene. At 16h00 I'd go back to hotel to shower, shave, and prepare for the evening. By 17h30 I was back at Nana sitting at the railings of Big Dogs or Lucky Luke's to watch the parade. Suddenly I was an ancient decadent Roman Senator spending my days fucking; eating; fucking; drinking; fucking; meeting friends; fucking; relaxing; and fucking again. I felt I had died and was in heaven.

 

By the time my first trip was coming to an end I had already organized a return trip for 5 or 6 weeks later. There was no way in hell I was going to stay way from my new found Garden of Eden. I soon returned for another 14 days and once again booked another trip. This pattern continued for that entire year. I believe I made 7 trips back to Bangkok during my first year. AND I had not discovered Pattaya yet. That happened the following year.

 

During my first year I went through the standard withdrawals. I hated leaving Thailand. I hated being back home. I hated work. I yearned for Thailand. I lived every day dreaming about my next departure date. All I could think about was how to get back and when.  My life's pre-occupation became organizing my work and finances allowing me to get back to Thailand. I spend countless hours trying to figure out a way to move there permanently. It was all very serious but as time went on with realities kicking in and as I learned more and more about Thais, how they see things, their beliefs, etc. my enthusiasm waned. This has more to do with the practical aspects of my life than anything else.

 

Nowadays, years later, I try to get back a few times a year. I do miss the great friends I had the good fortune to make on these forums. I miss meeting up with them and just being carefree. I miss Bangkok and its vibe. I miss Pattaya and all that is bizarrely special there. I miss the food and certainly miss the weather. 

 

So yes. There is no where on earth I would rather be. Discovering the Land of Smiles is without a doubt a true highlight in my life. I consider myself blessed to have had the opportunity to experience the phenomenon of Thailand. Truly a special place on God's green earth.

Sam,i loved everything you wrote,it reminted my first time in Los,fantastic report.

[bumblebee]

Excellent piece of entertaining writing SS.  We often hear of guys planning how they can relocate here and live this holiday for a longer time as soon as they get a taste of it, but like you say the more time you spend here the more the shine begins to fade regarding certain aspects.

[Rossco]

For me the holiday is still there - even after 8 years of living here.

 

I live way out of town so a trip into the 'den of iniquity' is still fun.

Most evenings life is just normal living BUT 15 minutes by car and I am in LB Land.

Beats taking a 11 hour flight.

 

Interesting that living out of town actually saves money.

 

I have to think if I want to go into town - if I lived in town I would fall out of the door and be in the melee.

Prices in Pattaya town are incredible. I bought 4 Kilo of fresh oranges for 100 Baht in my local market

Villa market wanted 129 Baht PER ONE Kilo.

 

It is easy to get jaundiced with the scene - familiarty breeds contempt - but I enjoy the company of many visitors when in town.

A fraternity feeling in most of the bars.

[bumblebee]

Good point Rossco about no overdoing it and just savouring the flavour when the mood takes.  Some of us have been fortunate enough to have been able to spend longer spells here and as one guy said the other night, "It's a hard place to not come back to."

[Guest JustSumGai]

If I'd had the money to do as many seem to, I might have reached this point long ago. This is actually good. Big money would probably have compressed my ladyboy chasing/curiosity into a year or two instead of 7. I've got a nice ladyboy "wife" and have been just outside ground zero Pattaya.  I do love to keep up with some of the regs and meet those I've read over the years. 

    I did have one great run at it on my third trip tho :)  BB might remember the night we closed the bars down and ended up at the never mentioned sidewalk bar, near dawn. And taking a picture of the "future Mrs." haha.  

    I guess I represent a little heard from group. Hope I didn't go too off topic, but your question got me thinking. I DO know a guy from Paris that is going thru this right now. He tells me it's 50F there and he wants to be back.....well, you know. :) 

[Rukki]

SS that story was wonderful. And reminiscent of my first time. I also stayed at Majestic Grande, then I moved to Nana Hotel, as I wanted the experience of living in the epicenter of it all. 

I didn't make the plans, as I like to wander around and see what kind if random trouble I can get into. But the original plan was to hit Pattaya after 6 days, for 4 or so days. I never left BKK. It was too amazing for me. No regrets. 

 

I remember people telling me after I got back from my holiday that I was never really there for like 3 months. I always had this 'far away' feeling about me. Not just close friends, staff and customers alike. (I managed a restaurant) I never wanted to come home. And it showed I guess.

 

My second trip, a year later, I planned to pull myself away from BKK to hit Pattaya for 4 days then Phuket for 4 days. Once again I never left Pattaya! Nor did I make it back to BKK for one more Nana night before my flight! I almost missed it! I stayed in Pattaya for over a week! Just amazed at a entire city of whores! It was blissful.

 

The third trip, I haven't left yet after 3 years... And I rarely even leave BKK! 

 

But I love meeting first timers at the bars so I can live vicariously. That gleam in their eyes as we sit at some random bar contemplating the next bout of sleaze. I can remember the feeling. And pass on some knowledge. 

 

Still haven't been to Phuket yet! 

[Foggy]

I agree with Rossco that by having a 'normal' life outside the bar scene is essential. This means that when u go into town on the hunt its a buzz and exciting again. 

Also using the internet to meet local 'working' and non P4P girl's is fun too

 

To much of the same thing breeds bordom especially around booze. Plus of course the down side of ending up looking like a stuffed sausage with a pickled nose 

 

This is a wonderful place to stay with a wild west style of living that offers the type of freedom to enjoy many things we couldnt in our home countries, Just got to remain grounded and stay in the background.

 

Im 4 years in next month and cant believe how quick that has gone by, not having scatched the surface yet with plans and idea's for adventures in and around Thailand.

 

The secret too is to have interests and passions rather than wondering around aimlessly, but that applies to life in general really 

 

 " think to yourself there is nowhere on the earth I want to be more "   Yep still have that feeling 

[Trenton42]

Brilliant writing SS. Reminds me of my first time also!

[azza33]

I'd be normal if i never set foot in the bloody place!!!

 

Ever since i stepped off the plane for the first time at Don Muang I haven't been the same.

 

At that point in time info on the web was a lot less and I just followed my nose. My biggest fear was the drugs, watching shows like the Bangkok Hilton didnt help, and seeing guards carrying machine guns around DM airport did nothing to ease my concerns.

 

I wasnt going to chase LB at that time. I was shaggin Thai hookers in my hometown and one suggested i'd enjoy myself over there... little did i know

[bumblebee]

I'd be normal if i never set foot in the bloody place!!!

 

 

I wasnt going to chase LB at that time. I was shaggin Thai hookers in my hometown and one suggested i'd enjoy myself over there... little did i know

That brought a smile to my face as I often wonder how normal my life would be if I had not come here either.  Guess a few of us have thought that way.

 

Little did you know but looks like she knew you better.

[SiamSam]

I am grateful I discovered Thailand late in life. If I had found it as a young man I would have had no life outside of hookers and booze. I'd probably be dead by now and if not dead most certainly penniless.  

[Trenton42]

No kidding!  I'd prolly be an English teacher chasing balloons!

[bumblebee]

No kidding!  I'd prolly be an English teacher chasing balloons!

You're not far wrong there Trenton, it has happened to many.

[azza33]

I am grateful I discovered Thailand late in life. If I had found it as a young man I would have had no life outside of hookers and booze. I'd probably be dead by now and if not dead most certainly penniless.

To the contrary, im glad i found this life at an early age. Whilst i never got to see Thailand at the time guys like paccers arrived on the scene i think ive seen the place at its best and its not what it was when i first hit the shores.

I found it when i had the energy and desire to explore and see what Thailand has to offer beyond the bars.

I cant imagine how it would be to be stuck in a life i didnt want and finally finding enjoyment once the better part of my years had passed me by.

To those still stuck on that treadmill, get off and take the plunge.

[bumblebee]

I agree Azza it is ideal to discover this lifestyle while one still has the zest to make the most of it and not feel like you have missed out on too much.

[anubis009]

I, like Sam, had done loads of research prior to booking my first trip. I had found that N.E.P. was one place to go and Soi cowboy was another that I should try. I booked the hotel and flight through a company whose name I cant remember, included in the price was transport from and to the airport from your hotel, which seemed a good deal to me.

 I was so pumped about the trip it was silly, I packed way too early (like a week prior to leaving) and if I unpacked the case to "check I hadn't forgotten anything" once I did it a dozen times before I left. I booked the taxi from my house to the coach depot to catch the coach up to Heathrow the flight was around 12 mid day but the only coach to get me there for my flight time left at 02:20 in the morning.

 I finished work that evening and rushed home, had something to eat watched a bit of television, resisted the urge to check the case again "just I case" then decided to try and grab a few hours sleep before the taxi arrived, no chance, I was like a hyperactive kid who had been fed more E numbers than its safe to do and been given a sugar drip.

 I admitted defeat and got out of bed, I had two hours to kill until the taxi arrived...time passed like it was crawling through treacle I was convinced that the minute hand on the clock was going backwards at one point!. Anyway taxi arrives, coach to the airport and finally onto the flight Thai Airways. 11hours 30 minutes of sitting in a metal tube flying towards Thailand seemed to drag worse than waiting for the taxi we arrived early - a bonus for the now over hyped (read kid on Christmas morning there) me.

 I was off the aircraft like a sprinter from their blocks through passport/ immigration and onto baggage claim grabbed my case and looked at my watch, I had fifteen minutes until I should have landed so after looking for a sign with my name on it I decided I would go and feed my nicotine habit...well it had been 12 hours since I had last smoked. I went through the automatic doors to the outside world and two things hit me, the noise although not much of a shock but the heat....O.M.G. it was like walking into an oven. within 20 seconds I started to gently rain, something that did not stop until I set foot back on the aircraft 14 days later - a feature that happened each and every trip I did.

 Long story short car to hotel, as we turned into Soi 4 I saw NEP just as the car pulled into The Nana Hotel car park I had arrived, Cue hyperactive kid on Christmas morning after binging on ALL the chocolate and E numbers!. Got to the room, showered and slept (couldn't sleep on the aircraft and had been awake from the previous morning or the morning before that I honestly couldn't remember!.

 Woke up at around three in the afternoon, headed out for a quick look around, and then back to the hotel, another shower then something to eat and a free cocktail in the hotels bar then off to NEP.

 Like Sam I wandered in and stood just looking around the music, the crowds the atmosphere it was and still is if I think about it mind blowing I had never seen or experienced anything like it before and I doubt I ever will again - I still get a buzz from watching you tube vids about the place - sad really but there you go!.

 I wandered around the place looking into the bars as I went. I stood and looked at the place from the first floor then found a "pub" cant remember what its name was it was right next to G-Spot so I sat in there for a while and had a beer. I ended up at Anglewitch for the evening bar fined a lass and went back to the hotel.

 It took me three days until I finally took a ladyboy JoJo from Casanovas, as we were leaving a guy looked at her then me and said "its got a cock" I just grinned and said "yer I know that's why ive got her" and carried on to the hotel. Separate showers then a gentle play. I got asked what I would like to do and to this day I still cant work out why I said what I said but I looked at her and said ( after a moments pause) I would like you to fuck me please.

 To her credit JoJo was very gentle, I had never been fucked but boy did I enjoy it, we finished the evening and she left. On my first trip I had four more ladyboys two were happy to give one refused and the other decided that she didn't understand what I wanted,I finished that first trip having bar fined every night..I was in heaven but all too soon I had to leave.

 Hated that day, hated the flight home and hated it when I got home. I decided I was going to return as soon as I could and worked like a loon I did every bit of overtime going any week end work had my name on it, it took me six months until I returned to Thailand again this time for 21 days. Thailand had left its mark on me I never decided that I wanted to work or live there but I did know that I wanted to return there again as soon as my trip ended.

 I missed the place, I missed the smells from the food stalls, the constant noise of the traffic, the chatter of locals and holiday makers alike - although the heat I could have given a miss to it still made part of each and every trip for me. My last trip was 8 long years ago I still want to return maybe I will one day I hope so I do miss the place...and obviously some of the attractions as well.

[bumblebee]

Great tale of your obvious mounting excitement as your trip approached Anubis and that feeling you got when you entered NEP for the first time is something so many guys can relate to, like a rite of passage for a certain type of guy. 8 years away is a long time indeed.

[JustSumGai]

I remember that first time, and too, the few times after, which still had all the magic. Stepping out of the plane into that sauna, the taxi ride into Suk that seemed long because I was assaulted by sights lit up on both sides of me (my small city is virtually dead at midnight), the smells and food and electrick energy of the night. The million sights as I wandered out into the day after waking. I to did the prepack, dozens of unpack and check and repack cycle. Hell, for a few years, I'd come back and start packing some things I'd wished I'd had on the previous trip.  The excitement of anticipation.

      Now not quite 10 years later I'm rather blase about the whole thing. I've actually started wondering if I really want to go. Is almost 4 months too long? Might a month of crazy fun be better? The last couple trips I was actually kind of glad to be home. The Thailand blues don't hit me anymore.  The girls? well, I hit 60 and at this point I might not even think about sex for a week at a time. I plan to get a nice Cuban cigar and sit at big Dogs or the other spot where you can sit at the bar right on the street and just watch that crazy Fellini-esque scene playing out. I might just get on a bus and see where it goes. It's nice to let the big head do the thinking. I've seen Pattaya, not impressed. I'll head up to Isaan, my girl is probably as close to Laos as Udon T.  Probably hit Laos and see what's there. Might do a bit of drinking in spots that are not awash in sexy girls. Night time on the Mekong, crazy stuff like that.

      Thailand and specifically Bangkok will always be a strong memory. I mean I hated cities, and I grew up an hour train ride across from Manhattan. Rarely went there, only for concerts. Oh and for a time a nut i worked with was hooked on it so we'd jet in, park just down the street from the Manhattan Criminal Courts building where he'd roll four joints which I'd just be lighting my second one while he was finishing off his then we'd hit fun Polish bars, odd little muserums that little people made and the like. Still it never really got under my skin like Bkk. Dunno about this trip. They've killed Soi 38 food row. That was my main spot, as it was a minute walk from where I've stayed for all these years. We got the junta, some nut bomber, curfews, and assorted nonsense. I'm sure it'll be an interesting trip in some or many ways. One can never say it's boring there.

[SiamSam]

I remember that first time, and too, the few times after, which still had all the magic. Stepping out of the plane into that sauna, the taxi ride into Suk that seemed long because I was assaulted by sights lit up on both sides of me (my small city is virtually dead at midnight), the smells and food and electrick energy of the night. The million sights as I wandered out into the day after waking. I to did the prepack, dozens of unpack and check and repack cycle. Hell, for a few years, I'd come back and start packing some things I'd wished I'd had on the previous trip.  The excitement of anticipation.

      Now not quite 10 years later I'm rather blase about the whole thing. I've actually started wondering if I really want to go. Is almost 4 months too long? Might a month of crazy fun be better? The last couple trips I was actually kind of glad to be home. The Thailand blues don't hit me anymore.  The girls? well, I hit 60 and at this point I might not even think about sex for a week at a time. 

   

 

Exactly the same same for me Mr. Bob. Could have wrote that myself. Nonetheless, I am envious you are getting on a plane soon to venture back. Perhaps some sparks will re-ignite for you. Hope you let us know how it goes. Enjoy.

[stoolpusher]

I have done 10 trips in the last 6 years and when I get home I am planing the next trip to BKK ,I am the same no action in my town

 

after 9 pm . yes the smells and the heat even at midnight in bkk very cool and all my local hangouts .

 

I count the sleeps before I am there ONLY 4 MORE SLEEPS TO GO . And before I know it its time to head home .

 

The plane trip to BKK seems to take for ever . Soon very soon, now not long to wait.

[soiboy]

In business parlance my introduction to LBs was more of a soft launch.  (No, not in THAT sense!  Insert massive eye roll here.)  In fact, I can’t even remember when and where.  It was in the very early 2000s, though, and somehow I recall it being in Patpong but I could be mistaken.  Yes, I know, shameful to not have a better recollection of such a life altering event.  Hmmm, maybe not so life altering after all, but rather an added pleasure in life’s journey.

 

In 1995 I took advantage of an offer from my company to begin working in India.  I had done a lot of traveling up to that point for work and pleasure, but had never been to that part of the world before.  And, it was a good career move.  During that first trip the sights and sounds of Bangkok while in transit to New Delhi (not to mention the sights and sounds there) practically made me dizzy.  Exotic!  Heaven!

 

On the way back to the US I managed to have a few days in Bangkok.  My marriage then was unraveling, and although I knew it was coming to an end I still refrained from imbibing in the pleasures of the flesh at that time.  Infidelity by either party had not been a part of that break-up, nor that of my earlier marriage, and I simply felt better about keeping it that way.  And, after all, I knew there would be plenty of time for that starting in the not too distant future.

 

For a few years my deeply spiritually meaningful and loving relationships while in Thailand consisted of STs with GGs.  At first I was especially addicted to soapy massages.  It somehow made the debauchery seem, I don’t know, cleaner!  Then the dark passage took me to the red light areas and ST rooms.  And then finally the street.  I had transformed into a monster!  What was next, the gutter?  OK, maybe just a bit of hyperbole.

 

I had always noticed LBs, of course. I wasn’t repulsed by them by any means.  I enjoyed their animated antics, husky voices, and sheer boldness.  Striking curious creatures.  Fun to play pool with too.  But it was the petite GGs that had my interest at the time.  I think it was the novelty of them, since in the US women barely five feet tall and weighing 90 pounds are a rarity.  But, as I’ve mentioned before, it had always been the taller and more athletic women back home that had aroused my attention since my youth.  So it was perhaps inevitable that LBs would win out in the end.  I had by that time found myself more and more attracted to them, and less attracted to the petite GGs which I came to increasingly view as simply short and dumpy.

 

So, the decision to go with a LB the first time wasn’t so much a major “I’m going to do it!” sort of thing as a resigned “Screw it, I’m tired of concerning myself if they are a LB or not.”  I do admit that my first LBs were of the very “passable” type, or at least so it seemed to me at the time.  Over the years that has given way to a broader acceptance of LB types.  I still don’t care for the too obviously masculine ones, nor the ones that are too loud, but I don’t look for ultra-feminine GG replicas.  So, taller ones, even ones with a bit of a beer belly, they’re all in play now.

 

Needless to say, sex with a LB takes on new acts and dimensions.  So with regard literally to the “taste” part of the title of this thread, I most definitely can’t get enough!  Besides that, I increasingly find myself attracted to the person inside.  “Brave”, “loving”, and “fragile” are not words that might immediately come to mind when talking of brash P4P LBs, but I have come to see them more and more over the years.  The crass, low-brow mongers who leave their alcoholic world back home to come to an alcoholic vacation in LOS once a year don’t see any of that, of course.  Then again, I didn’t at first see any of that either.

 

As for moving to Thailand?  No.  LBs are part of the joys of now; a unique part of a unique world that can’t be keep grasp of forever.  In the end, we all need to go home.  Just ask Dorothy and ET.

[SiamSam]

Thanks for the great read soiboy. Right on the money.