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Coss

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I don't know if you remember the game that kids used to play at Christmas, pass the parcel involved each person unwrapping one layer of the gift and passing it to the next person, someone eventually unwrapping the last to receive the gift.

 

Well I 'm that parcel. A trip or two go I took two lovelies from Soi 33 with the intention of having a threesome, any way it all got too hard and I lost them at the time and never got my trois. This by way of background.

 

Any hoo, I arrived on Thursday, hit the streets at about 11pm and hastened to the bar with no name to re-aquaint myself with Goi who is not a Gary (more on this later when investigations are complete). And she was not to be seen.

 

So it's off to Soi 33 and my stretch princess, who is also not there, having been sponsored. See what happens when you're away for six months?

 

So there I am and the other part of the non eventual menage à trois is most friendly and bar fining ensues. But wait, we must go soi 4 my friend very beautiful and slim and (my words) gagging for it.

 

Well this turned out to be the case. Not wishing to dwell on the pornographic, I have to say that at the age of 48 I've finally experienced a threesome to be proud of. Magnificent. Plenty of girl on girl and active and willing, four hand, two mouth, tongues and orifices aplenty. I have very rarely become week knee'd, but this time I could barely stand.

 

I don't know if you've experienced this, but oft times the girl will smoke your cigarette for you and deliver the smoke in a passionate kiss, well I was getting my whiskey this way too, I didn't have to raise a hand except in passion all night.

 

The morning was a repeat but subdued and over hung little threesome, and the look on the cute receptionists face when I left the hotel later that day was knowing... possibilities?

 

So to the pass the parcel bit, next night (Friday) and number 1 swears off - too tired, must study, mother visiting etc, but number 2 is all, we go my friend bar she very beautiful and (my words) gagging for it!

 

Now déjà vu is in evidence, and number 3 turns out to be not as beautiful as described and somewhat plumper than is my norm, but what the hell, I'm drunk so off we go.

 

Now this threesome wasn't quite as good as the first but still worth the doing,

 

And number 2 is swearing off and number 3 is intimating that she have friend sexy too much luv me and girl no problem.

 

So know you see my references to being the parcel.

 

They're all off to the Temple for the funeral of someone Farang (could this be the motor cycle accident of Soi 8?) and I took this opportunity to extract my self from the gift giving tradition and Saturday night will be for green fields exploration.

 

More soon,

 

Coss

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Further notes on the Bangkok odyssey.

 

I went off the threesomes and was fortunate enough to succumb to a lady of only 25 years, but with a tattoo and belly of a forty year old. When I woke up I was quite concerned, and it took me some time to realize that this was indeed the girl of the night before.

 

And the pleasure came flooding back when she started on another massage. This girl has the hands of an Angel. Massaged the toxins right out of me.

 

Ended up with three nights with her, and now I'm a whole different shape!

 

I slipped back into the threesomes again, pulling a couple of beauties from PlaySkool in Nana. Good threesome and they bugger off at 5 am. Blessing in disguise really, felt comatose that day as it was after the first of the bottle sessions alluded to elsewhere.

 

CTO knows of which I speak.

 

Cheers

 

Coss

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Gary/Goi was and is gone, her employment according to proprietor ceasing some months ago when evil nasty Coyote Bar Man from Phuket, or so, came and nicked three or so girls.

 

Good thing really, so absence is curative and I'm now glad my best operative and trusty super model sidekick didn't get to pass on my email. No hangovers.

 

I've got a whole new game playing now, but look on the angelic masseuse's face in bar with no name, when I arrive with Lamb Pie, my packed lunch, is concerning.

 

Yes I guess they have feelings too, ahhh but where was she when I stumbled in with Tiger the other night, looking for heavenly relief? So the game continues.

 

Cheers

and Miss P says xxx

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