A Stormy Tuesday Night – in Low-Res Pics

Last night. Climax, Bangkok.

I was stoned out of my mind. And she was dancing lasciviously with me. Smelling lovely, and moving her shapely ass against my aroused, and Cialis-fueled gun. For a while, she was even running agile fingers against it, making it ticker. And ticker. And so damn ticker.

Then, she said: — I go toilet na ka?
Krap Krap.

30 minutes or so later — I wasn’t keeping watch of the time — she was still out-there, nowhere to be seen. Now, utterly bored to dance with her ugly friend, I walked suspiciously around the club. And I saw her. Deep kissing a fat farang sitting on a chair–their mouths glued together.

What?! I was ditched.

Pure anger possessed me. My lips tightened violently. My nose wrinkled hideously. My heart was beating as fast as a Savage’s drum in a full-moon party. Strident, thundering noises were reverberating into my ears, driving me wild and lusty.

My blood was running way too fast. And furiously. I was steaming — hands clenched into fists; jaw tightly shut; legs deeply rooted in the ground; eyes unable to stop starring at her lips locked with his.

Her ass was moving lustily with the rhythm. One shiny naked leg slowly waving against his tight.

Rape. Coming as fast as lightning, the thought of forcing my tongue into her vulnerable mouth crossed my mind. Yes! I’d wait for her — that treacherous Kissing Girl — to get away from the Fatso, and perform my diabolical deed in some shadows. Hehe. But anyhow, I found myself automatically on my way out, as if my fuming organism was now controlled by some remote device in my brain. Mmmm?

I hailed a taxi to Bossy…

Now let’s rewind a bit sooner into last night, so you guys can get how on earth I ended up ruthlessly shagging that busty gal for hours.

Around 20h00, I walked on Sukhumvit from the namesake MRT station to Gulliver’s (on Soi 5), where I was meeting a guy I kinda know.

One must be lucky now to find a good-looking, fun girl in Gulliver’s. But it’s a nice place to meet people and shoot some pool. I won about 7 games in a row, after which I was crushed out of boredom.

We had a cig and a Breezer from a 7/11 on Soi 11. And some charcoaled chicken on a stick.
When we entered Spice Club/Climax through the parking lot, as everybody does, we chatted with the band that will play later on, and ended up sharing a fat chicko somewhere I can’t disclose.

The green grass put me in a good yet dreamy, slow-motion kinda mood.

We then entered Climax. And I crossed paths with Kissing-Girl.

She’s very beautiful to my eyes. And really hot : fresh-skinned, perfectly slim, beautiful legs, and mysterious breasts I’d love to unveil. She and her friends were drinking whiskey; I had a beer, then some Coca-Cola and Soda. They offered me plenty of the liquor, but I declined.

The rest is *cough* history.

In Bossy, later on, I quickly found a 19 y/o little spinner, graced with an amazing pair of tits.

Really great breasts…. They made my night. They were well hidden under her clothes, in the club; I suspected them when she rubbed her body against mine, but I really realised I had found yet another jewel of God’s good work in my room.

Krap Krap! Tong thong!

What seduced me about that girl — and that alchemy turned my thundering anger into a happy lust — was the way her big eyes looked at me when we danced together. Locked into mines. We spinned together for hours. Not even one drink. I was feeling powerful and light as wind.

In the bed, she had a way of moaning that made me wild.
— I like. Your dick is good.
Cialis Excellencis, baby!
On the down side, I was sporting a condom, it was VERY hard for me to cum. After 3 hours, she was exhausted. To *finite*, as they say, I had to imagine her enter my room, unveil her breast, sit down on her knee, suck my cock silly with her lips and tongue, and make me cum on her tits.

Ouf! Okay. She felt asleep; and I took a quick shower.

We then slept side-by-side a little; after which I gave her a ride to MBK on my moped. And a well-deserved 1,500 baht.

She was jumping and giggling.

— You call me na?
Krap krap! Thong thong!

But I will dream about Kissing-Girl, no doubt.

On my way back to my room, I made a detour to the the Huay Kwang food market.

I bought freshly pressed 100% pure orange juice; and 30 baht worth of duck meat. Along with the mandatory fruits. And some grilled pork.

Yummy.

I then ate and blogged a little.

Now it’s time for a nap… I wanna feel good for the gym, and ready to perform other unforeseeable, amoral deeds tonite!

Sawadee-kraaap!

*** Also by Purple Spy : Photo-Diary of a Slut-Junkie ***