Traveled to Bangkok many moons ago. Was there for three weeks. Plenty of time on hand to be a little naughty.
I had never seen an escort at that time; I was an escort-virgin, if you will. Nor had I been to any strip bars. Heck, I was better than Pope's own son when it came to refraining from immoral thoughts. But Bangkok being Bangkok with Patpong Street full of go-go dance bars with half-naked girls thronging the streets, I caved in... rather willingly.
So, off I went to a go-go bar for the first time with a group of men that I met there, one or two of them Thai with knowledge of the Patpong Street, the (in)famous street known for strip bars and prostitution.
Inside a bar, four or five Thai girls, half-naked of course, swarmed me, groping my body, and cooing in my ears. They seated me at the round bar that surrounded the dance platform where only the performers danced, not the patrons.
Servers come and take my drink order. A girl slithers up and sits on my lap and asks if she could order a drink. After the drink, another one comes and replaces the first. She asks for drink, too. Go-go dancers begin to gyrate and begin their strip-tease. The girl on my lap begin to grope between my thighs. I was getting hard.
On the platform, the girls begin to perform all sorts of things: popping ping pong balls and silk scarfs out of their vagina, popping open coke bottles, holding lit cigarette with their lips (the ones down there) and puffing (yes, really). One even pulled a string of blades out of her vagina; don't ask me how she did it.
Then climbed on the platform a half-naked dude who started dancing and playing with a dancer. Pretty soon, they were both naked. The girl started giving him BJ. I had never imagine such things even happened. And soon, the girl was on all fours, with the dude kneeling behind her. The doggie sex ensued and went on for a while.
The girl climbed down the platform and exited the dance area, and walked by me, all naked, all in front of a huge crowd of patrons. She was replaced on the platform by another girl. The guy and her started missionary. After a while, she was replaced by a third girl, and she and the guy started doing acrobatic sex. A fourth one came and they performed until the guy exploded on her body.
I was quite worked up. The girl on my lap (I lost count of how many girls had taken turn on my lap) cooked in my ears and asked if I wanted to go somewhere. I didn't know what she meant. Like I said, I was an escort-virgin. One man from the group I came with explained I could take her to my hotel if I wanted, if what the girl was saying to me. I had my left hand under her skirt, groping and feeling her. I couldn't say no; I wasn't the Pope.
So, in the hotel, the girl gave me an experience of a lifetime and lustful memories. She broke my escort-virginity. That was the girl who primed me for Vancouver's escorts.
Life is unpredictable but good.
I had never seen an escort at that time; I was an escort-virgin, if you will. Nor had I been to any strip bars. Heck, I was better than Pope's own son when it came to refraining from immoral thoughts. But Bangkok being Bangkok with Patpong Street full of go-go dance bars with half-naked girls thronging the streets, I caved in... rather willingly.
So, off I went to a go-go bar for the first time with a group of men that I met there, one or two of them Thai with knowledge of the Patpong Street, the (in)famous street known for strip bars and prostitution.
Inside a bar, four or five Thai girls, half-naked of course, swarmed me, groping my body, and cooing in my ears. They seated me at the round bar that surrounded the dance platform where only the performers danced, not the patrons.
Servers come and take my drink order. A girl slithers up and sits on my lap and asks if she could order a drink. After the drink, another one comes and replaces the first. She asks for drink, too. Go-go dancers begin to gyrate and begin their strip-tease. The girl on my lap begin to grope between my thighs. I was getting hard.
On the platform, the girls begin to perform all sorts of things: popping ping pong balls and silk scarfs out of their vagina, popping open coke bottles, holding lit cigarette with their lips (the ones down there) and puffing (yes, really). One even pulled a string of blades out of her vagina; don't ask me how she did it.
Then climbed on the platform a half-naked dude who started dancing and playing with a dancer. Pretty soon, they were both naked. The girl started giving him BJ. I had never imagine such things even happened. And soon, the girl was on all fours, with the dude kneeling behind her. The doggie sex ensued and went on for a while.
The girl climbed down the platform and exited the dance area, and walked by me, all naked, all in front of a huge crowd of patrons. She was replaced on the platform by another girl. The guy and her started missionary. After a while, she was replaced by a third girl, and she and the guy started doing acrobatic sex. A fourth one came and they performed until the guy exploded on her body.
I was quite worked up. The girl on my lap (I lost count of how many girls had taken turn on my lap) cooked in my ears and asked if I wanted to go somewhere. I didn't know what she meant. Like I said, I was an escort-virgin. One man from the group I came with explained I could take her to my hotel if I wanted, if what the girl was saying to me. I had my left hand under her skirt, groping and feeling her. I couldn't say no; I wasn't the Pope.
So, in the hotel, the girl gave me an experience of a lifetime and lustful memories. She broke my escort-virginity. That was the girl who primed me for Vancouver's escorts.
Life is unpredictable but good.
