If I was born as a Thai male....

Thailand, Pattaya.

These last few days I have become a bit inactive as far as the Hot Mommas go, shunning their incessant attention on the boulevard. My mind full with worries about my Karmic health.

Shit, had a been born an Asian I wouldn't have been in this mental mess, had I been born an Asian male I would have understood the Asian concept so much better. Or maybe I would have cared less about the plight of the Isaan sisterhood. I would probably look down on them with contempt, screw my balls off and get their hard earned money for moonshine whiskey, take it off them by force if necesary never mind the two or three babies she has got back in Buriram or Qurat thate desperately need food and education.

But then had I been born an Asian male I would probably have been born with a small prick instead of the monster that now hangs between my white farang thighs.

I'm tempted to go back into a few past life cycles to find out if maybe my fascination with these always smiling Hot Mommas might have something to do with a past life as a Hot Momma myself. Maybe the real reason of my fucked-up dream world, maybe why i feel so much compasion for the harsh life they experience in this reality.

But then to accomplish something as complicated as visting your past life cycles for a stupid European raised farang like me needs years of dedicated Vipassana meditation and I am way too lazy for that sort of mental work!!!

Still....I'm happy enough with my farang excistence in the here and now even though I know fully well these ravished female Thai faces will follow my through Morpheus' realm for the remainder of my time on this male controled world.

I know fully well - given the dough necesary to finance this sexual addiction - I'll keep coming to Asia, back to this Male Paradise called Pattaya for as long as my physical health will allow, maybe even settle down here for real, say three to six months a year would be just fine.

Drowning in an ocean of worries.

Thailand, Pattaya.

I'm in a slumber, in my half awake/half asleep state of mind which is hurting slightly because of the two 7 procent alcohol content Chang beer I consumed before retiring to my room for a well deserved night of sleep, with my dream world once again returning to the Thai concept of Karma...WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND as the Europeans might say.

And Karma there is in my life. These ten days I spend here in Big Party Palace Pattaya are full with luscious hot staeming and orgasmic self indulgence with my self-steem going into overdrive due no doubt to a female army of the Isaan sisterhood of Hot Mommas who share their lith hot bodies willingly in exchange for a couple of hours of physical sexercize.

My mind is hopping like a huge cockroach that accidently wander on an electric stove with the heat turned fully up.

The sorrows I feel in this nighttime dreamworld, my anxieties for my inmortal soul and the bitterness my next dozen or so life cycles will have to go through all becuase of my physical and mental addiction to these hard bodies Hot Mommas are drowning in an ocean of worries.

Knock knock knock it goes again on my door and that at 04.30 h. in the morning taking me out of my semi-awake/semi-asleep state of mind. I need no introduction to the identity of my nighttime visitor at the other side of my door....I know with absolute certainty it'll be Moon the lady I was with early afternoon....I have no doubt she has been drinking moonshine Thai whiskey all day...after all she left my room with a pussy full with my sperm and five hundert Thai baht in her purse.

I saw her late afternoon drunk out of her mind asleep on the boulevard dressed in the smelly T-shirt I gave her. I know for a fact she never bothered to pick up her laundry as she told me before leaving my room.

Maybe she made another five hundert baht shorttime with a farang just as hot and horny for her as I was...another five hundert baht for moonshine whiskey and maybe some Yaa-Baa.

I let her in together with the impregnated cloud of moonshine whiskey that hangs around her like some sort of death cloak - this crap does KILL them in the end you know - , a bit of hot sex might come in handy here to drive away these Karma invested nightmares and the slightly Chang induced headache that inhabites the inside of my farang skull.

An inexperienced young Hot Momma

Thailand, Pattaya.

It took me some time but I have by now completely given up trying to comprehent what my sexual escapades with these poor Isaan Hot Mommas will have on my Karma in the next couple of life cycles.
No more feeling guilty getting it off with the female members of the Isaan clan that populate the thousands of open-air bars, whorehouses, striptease joints, the discos in South Pattaya's Walking Street and the numerous Go-Go bars.

Instead I watch with exquisite pleasure how my stiff male member is moving in and out of Moon's mouth while she is sitting on my toilet and dripping wed from the shower she just had. We are in between shags and she is expertly preparing for Round Two.

Though she is only two years younger then me but at forty-two she still has got a lith and sexy body with no Big Tompui and small apple shaped titties and, as I have found out already, and extremely tight pussy.

Actually her vagina could easily compete in tightness with the Miss Isaphone's I had sex with last night and who was only twenty-three, inexperienced and HOT TO TROT, her female sex wed and producing sexual enticing smells that lingered in my room long after she was gone.

She was obviously new to the game, spoke hardly any english and was eager to please, an angel in bed and maybe my prize for sharing all these beers with her more experienced Asian sisters, my reward for giving them El Senyor Dinero for a necesary meal after having spent all their dough on alcohol and drugs and no farang for two days - no good for me, Hans. Me not have money now. Me hungry, please twenty Baht for Laos food, please, please, please."

If this young Isaphone Hot Momma in the making is not carefull shew might very well end up addicted to KING ALCOHOL and smoke Yaa-Baa too much, a couple of Leuk Kreung - half-caste - babies looked after by grand mamma while she is waiting for the next farang on a stone bench on pattaya's boulevard.

However, for now she is still a twenty-three year old inexperienced and innocent Thai lady full with dreams of a farang husband, living with him in a far away European country in a big house, LCD TV screen and washing machine - no more laundry done by hand - and a nanny for the Leuk Kreung baby boy.

A nightly vist by a mentally fucked-up Miss Guan

Thailand, Pattaya.

It is 04.00 h. in the morning and I am deep asleep holding a softly snoring Moo in a tight embrace when the knock-knock-knock on my door starts. Soft groaning emerging from the other side of the door, a stammering voice "I want my Buddha back, Hans!", I don't need to make any second guess about the female identity of the person at the other side of my door.....Miss Guan of course, totally of her head no doubt on cheap Moonshine whiskey and way too much Yaa-Baa in her fucked-up mind.

Moo seems to know what and who too waking and telling me "too much smoke and whiskey, crazy old lady", adding in a semi-screaming voice "matta lai?" plus a whole lot more Laotian accented Thai that is way beyond my limited Thai understanding.

With the persistent whining and knocking continueing she jumps out of the bed not bothering to cover her beautifull naked body with one of these hotel provided orange colored towels, storms to the door and within mere seconds a big heavy arguements is in full swing between these two Hot Mommas. Pushing and shoving and angry feminine voices which I try hard to ignore.

When eventually Miss Guan is gone, another mental victim of the Thai sex industry, and a seriously still stark naked Moo returns to bed way to work up to fall back to sleep, I decide A good number one sex session might calm her down and exhaust her enough to get back into the arms of Lord morpheus.

In the morning walking down the boulevard still quite amused in a starnge sort of way, I see a heavily tattood Japanese walking in my direction whom I instantly recognise from a life size photo behind Mike's Shopping Hall in front of one of the Tattoo shops. His head might have been scissored out of that pic. but the tattoos on his upper body are a dead give away.

Walking past him I quickly and quite openly check his finger tips with furtive glances of my farang blue eyes and YES....one of his pinkies is missing a few digits. The man is Yacuza, Japanese Maffia.

I always thought the tattoo stuff and the missing finger digit stories where actually a myth brought into the world by the American movie industry. Well think again mate.

Karmic Influences in Pattaya

Pattaya.

Joy's face is betraying absolute pleasure while I slowly trust in and out of her soaking wed pussy, the wrinkles of her already late forties face slowly disappaer due to the multiple orgasmes that rock her body and make her whole petite female physique tremple under my hard male chest which she is kneading with her small hands, her long nails scratching deep into my flesh.

A few years ago when we first met and would find her waiting in front of my guesthouse around two o'clock in the morning so she could sleep in my room, we used to have these steamy sex sessions all night with her asking me whenever I had come "you want more?", not waiting for an answer but instead taking my still erect male member in her mouth and giving me head not bothering about the sperm and her own female juices that would still cover the scarlet red top of my penis.

Nowadays she has got a Austrian boyfriend so she can't affort to stay all night but a short time we easily turn into a two hour sex party gets us both choi choi dans la tete.
In between the physical action she tells me about the state of her Austrian's boyfriend's physical prowess,

"he have small penis, not like come up, he come quick, not like you!"

I don't think the poor sod would be very happy - choi choi, remember? - if he knew not only are we growing him little horns - or maybe BIG HORNS for that matter - but also is his beloved Asian Tilak telling her handsome younger farang lover on the side all his little secrets......!!!

After it is all over and I find myself back on the boulevard with an ice-cold Leo beer trying to recuperate, Miss Joy back to Mister-Small-Bestowed-Austria on the back of a twenty baht motorbike taxi that I paid for, do I meet Miss Guan who is busy collecting her nighttime amount of empty bottles drunk out of her head on moonshine whiskey and probably with a fair dose of Yaa-Baa down her throat.

While she is giving me the usual story of the "horrors" of having to sleep on the beach again, I realise that a year from now this could very well be Miss Joy's lot as well who is of Miss Guan's age and will therefore soon enough be out of business.

Farangs prefer their Hot Mommas young and unexperienced, right of the bus from Thailand's poor north, full with dreams and hope of marrying a young handsome farang from the West who will take them home and give them two or three mixed race babies.

I ponder on this subject of human misery and ill luck after Miss Guan has gone collecting more empty bottles and aluminium beer cans when suddenly she returns dragging a shruffy dirty looking lady along....

"I have good lady for you, Hans, only thirty five years old and horny for you".

She yells into my face....shit three times in a row, this poor Hot Momma is up to her eyeballs on Yaa-Baa, probably not much aware of the world around her anymore, bodily smells of a female body that hasn't seen a shower for weeks and clothes without a laundry job for way too long go up deep into my nostrils.

I leave them both in a genuine hurry wondering about the Karmic Influences of what I do, have been doing here in this Big Party Palce called Pattaya.

My younger sister in Thailand

Thailand, Pattaya.

Apparently Moo took a room in my guesthouse the day I arrived and then spent the whole night in the foyer while I was in my own room upstairs getting my brains fucked out my Miss Guan.

So what did Moo do their the whole night...?...waiting for a horny and drunk as a skunk farang coming back to the guesthouse after a night of fun down in one of the many Go-Go bars in Walking Street watching the girls perform life sex shows on the bar while working on his Happy Hour Chang beer getting uncomfortable in his pants and having all sorts of erotic fantasies in his farang head but unwilling to depart with the bar fee.

A bloke like that would certainly have been a good customer for her provided he didn't get talked into a short time by one of her Hot Momma colleages on the boulevard while staggering back home, his drunk brain feeling regret he was too greedy or maybe too shy to come up with the bar fee and have sex condom-consciously upstairs in onbe of the specially provided rooms of the Go-Go bar.

With all the beer in his gut and the alcohol doing a good job on his horny brains he would have been a good catch fore any lady on the boulevard, easy money to pay for the honey!!!

However, nothing of all that happened and poor Moo ended up waiting in the guesthouse's foyer waiting in vain for a treasured customer like that, no money in her pocket but an expensive room upstairs where her empty purse was desperately awaiting the farang's baht. A five hundert note baht would have done nicely!!!

Moo has been an old friend of quite some years so when I listened to her story yesterday morning on the boulevard, how she needed the money for the tooth ache that has been plaqueing her these last coule of weeks I promised her she could come over to my room for a shower and a nap.

Moo used to hang out with Josef, my old friend from Germany/Koln but since his untimely "demise" quite some years ago, I have sort of been helping out poor Moo with small amounts of baht and drinking beer together whenever I spend time in Pattaya, having come to consider her a good friend who always convides in me, chitchating about her live as a Hot Moma on the infamous boulevard of Pattaya.

Over the course of all these years I have come to feel a strange sort of brotherly love for her, the sort of protective love an older brother has for a younger sister which always makes me wonder whether or not sexual intercourse should stay out of the equation between her and me......

Needless to say a shower and a nap made her return later at night spending the whole night next to me on the matress snoring away peacefully wrapped in my "brotherly" arms.

My second day in Pattaya and I have been laid two time already!!!

Thailand, Pattaya.

A twenty hour train trip all the way from Penang in Malaysia up to Krung Thep/Bangkok brought me within a few hours from Pattaya by airco minbus though I opted to stay overnight in Bangkok.

Only the second time in over two dozen trip to The Land of the Smile that I travelled by train but despite a weird incident during the night, I might very well consider the comfort of a sleeper on the Thai railways over the so-called VIP airco buses with their reclining seats and young farang couples making out on the small little cubicle that is the bus,s toilet when the lights go out and the onboard TV stops blaring away showing American Hollywood movies and locally produced Thai dramas.

Within hours after arriving - needless to say I checked in at my old favourite in Soi Hony-Inn, the New Star Guesthouse - I met my old ladyfriend Dang who instandly did her best to for an invite to my room later during the night and actually showing up at my door, make up on her face and dressed in a fresh set of clothes, feminine perfume and an empty purse, ready for a short-time that set me back 500 Thai baht.

With Dang out of the way and a used condom in my garbage can, empty balls but still horny I wandered around the boulevard feeling strangely at home in this Southeast Asian male kingdom, Hot Mommas shoulder to shoulder populating the stone benches shooting me lustfull smiles full with promises, "me like go with you, sexy man" rings in my farang ears while I wander up and down every so often sitting down to work on a cold alumium can of Leo beer.

Again I see a familiar face - small wonder there after all the "love affairs" I been through over the long years of coming back and yet back again to Pattaya.
I is Guan, the nutty and down and out Hot Momma I was with a few times 6 weeks ago when I started this trip.

She is collecting empty beer bottles and thereby betraying to me she is in a serious need of money - no money no honey as they say in this part of the world. I have no doubt she is once again sleeping on the beach short of customers and short of Thai baht.

In the end she spents the night in my room horny like hell and unable to sleep, a clear sign she is off her head on YaaBaa.

My second day in Pattaya and I have been laid two time already!!!