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This is Bangkok
Jun 24th, 2025 by Holiday
Last month I took the five hour flight from Tokyo-to-Bangkok and behaved as if I’d had left my past behind on a different planet. At the beginning of the year, I tried to be an upstanding citizen and this led to the hallucination that I could be respectable again.
To be Irishly eloquent, what fucking nonsense.
I can’t forget that I’ve been a habitué of brothels and gay baths, a neglectful husband and father, and that I’m still given to rejoicing in the delights of debauchery with either sex. I love to fuck a woman with the same enthusiasm that I offer my tight, white ass to a certain well-hung black man.
And yes, I can never deny my arousal over being cucked by the woman I love – who I imagine is now lying in a pile of cock somewhere.
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My overpriced taxi arrived at the Presidential Solitaire just past midnight. Located near
Sukhumvit Road, the four-star hotel is popular among expatriates interested in a world of pure desire-on-a-budget. On the way to my sixth floor suite, I shared the elevator with a lecherous, middle-aged Brit and his Bangkok girlfriend. The Thai prostitute was no more than 18, a fawn-like beauty, all legs and pouting innocence.
The young woman inspired instant appreciation just below my waist.
“Listen, mate,” the Brit said, “this isn’t what you think. I don’t pay for me shags.”
This Humbert Humbert spoke with a familiar Finchley cadence that revealed his North London background. Once I had a friend from that part of Barnet Borough.
“Your companion is gorgeous,” I replied. “You’re a lucky Jim.”
The vacuous, over-the-hill degenerate was a thin, gangling sort with deep-set faded blue eyes and tufty gray hair. He had a facial expression pitched somewhere between blank inscrutability and terminal ennui.
We all departed the elevator at the sixth floor.
“Join us for a drink after your luggage arrives,” he insisted in a voice that oozed bonhomie. “We’ll be in room 612, waiting just for you.”
As for the chance encounter with fellow renegades from propriety, I knew meat and drink when I saw it. Immediacy of impact is always an important value for me, and I’ve sought it out in experiences from all periods of my life. So, my appetite for hedonism led me straight for the soiree in less than 10 minutes. Of course, it was quite late and I needed another escapade like Paula Abdul needed another prescription.
Jim answered the door after the first knock. He wore a loose-fitting open white terrycloth robe without the benefit of clothing, and held a full whiskey glass in his left hand. His ample cock was too impatient to ignore. None of this seemed unusual.
“Welcome to Bangkok,” Jim said.
As Jim beckoned me inside the elegant suite, his young female companion stepped from obscure shadow into obvious light. The golden-skinned Oriental was breathtakingly nude.
“You’re a Yank, but not a prude – right?” Jim asked.
“Jesus will punish you,” I replied, “but I’ll gladly stay.”
Jim started to pour me a whiskey.
“Do you like it straight?” he asked.
“I’m not strictly straight,” I replied, “but a CC and 7 is my favorite mix.”
As my host prepared some refreshment, the Thai girl approached audaciously, put one arm around me, and started to unbutton my dark blue Oxford-cloth shirt. She was captivating and I couldn’t keep my hands off her stunning ass.
“Call her Eve, it works for me,” Jim said nonchalantly. “And what about you? What shall we call you?”
“Holiday.”
“Like Doc Holiday?”
“One and the same.”
Jim handed me the whiskey mixed to order as Eve dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans.
“Did you fly straight from the States?” he asked
“I don’t live in America. Tokyo is home for now.”
“You speak Japanese?”
“Hai. Genki desu ka?”
Eve retrieved my smooth shaven cock from my pants and initiated a long, lingering blow job. For a young woman, she was damn good. I wanted to ask how she acquired her exquisite skill, but some people are born cocksuckers.
Continued …
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