Sometimes I think I need my head examined. By someone who actually knows what they are looking at and can interpret the results accurately.
Funny things happen when you are spinning your wheels while waiting for the next tour. A few weeks ago I made contact with ‘Virgin Girl’ via email after 12 Bundy & Cokes (If you’re not Aussie you’ll have to google it). Of course she was thrilled to hear from me, professed to still love me, and seems to have accepted her position as ‘mia noi in waiting’. Not sure why but I really want to plough this girl, blood on sheets and all (they charge extra for that, don’t they? – the sheets I mean..)
We quickly resume web-camming where she plays with her tits and clit, arching her back while she cums while I flog the log and gulp down a Dos Equis. Cheap as, compared to being on the Suk. I occasionally have to message Good-girl on the iPhone during the ordeal that I am in the middle of an overdue work assignment, using key phrases like ‘miss u like crazy’ or ‘love u too much’ – they always seem to work. It’s getting a bit hairy because ‘Good Girl’ has been coached by her friend, and I have been informed that she has stopped taking the pill – if I continue to bareback her I am playing Russian roulette (and I know for a fact that I’m not firing blanks.)
What’s a man to do in this situation? Book a week to Pattaya I say, and I start making some tentative plans. I will need an alibi, and a good one. Given that iPhone’s have a GPS thingy, it just won’t do to say that I am in Oz when I am in fact on Soi 6, Pattaya. No we can’t have that – I am leaning towards a submarine deployment as part of working for a civil contractor to the Australian Defense Forces. One where all communications are disallowed for ‘National Security’ reasons. I think a thai girl might ‘buy’ that one. Shit I hope so, anyway.
I will stay ‘On the Six’ amongst the action. I have a lot to tick off the ‘bucket list’. A blowjob on the couch at ‘My Friend You’ bar ; hopefully while slugging down a cold Leo. Checking out the action at Red Point and re-acquainting myself with a girl who is a true-three holer at Lisa Bar. When I reach the Beach Road end of the Soi I want my sac to be empty so I’m not tempted to try and pull from the Coconut bar – even though B500 is a good price some of those women are downright scarey – just don’t make eye contact is my advice.
I intend to root myself silly before meeting virgin girl for the weekend. We have negotiated kissing, sucking of noms, DATY and fingering but no sex. I reckon she’ll want the sausage before the weekend is out. Will let you know.
Then I’ll rock up to BKK and surprise ‘Good Girl’ – “Surprise darling – I just got here. I love you too much.”. And hit the Mango.