Thai sex story; girls and disclosure...
Feeling compelled to do it, I was more or less emotionless about the whole thing and snapped at the first chick who seemed interested. She was an English woman, the Thai sex story world is not limited to Thai girls, a few years my senior and most graciously endowed. Our initial exchanges wasted nothing on pleasantries, lest you count a graphic picture exchange. She had a few x-rated videos too; I thought I had it made.
The actual experience was tragic. I was read poetry, I was drawn into a bizarre and prolonged sort of petting, the viewing of a teen angst chick flick, and she kept gnashing her teeth and growling at me in the most unappealing way possible.
It was horrifying and I'd agreed to spend two nights. I'd done what I thought I was obligated to do the morning after the first night, but her hands were greedy and forever probing and squeezing unsympathetically. A very real sense of dread had begun to creep over me when Aom called, and she was a little bit angry. Apparently I was obliged to let her know if I'd planned to make an extended stay and I was supposed to go meet her at my place immediately. I leapt at the out, and so ended my English woman Thai sex story excursion...
Things changed after that and a strict code of disclosure was imposed on me. I had to let her know of anyone I planned to chat with before I chatted with them, and I had to give her access to all my accounts so that she could read my communications. And she did, finding reason to criticize almost everything in there. She gave me access to Facebook, Okcupid, Thaifriendly, and all of that kind of stuff too, but I only glanced at it as a sort of formality.
Don't underestimate the power of online sites to unearth beautiful nuggets of gold!
I was busy with work and with Aom, and as much as it seemed like an
open buffet of potential Thai lovers, I didn't have the energy to
partake of it. And so far as I could tell, neither did Aom.
assumed she was operating under the same ‘Bangkok sex disclosure
protocol’ that I was, it also made sense for me to assume that she, too,
had not found time for any other playmates. So when I called her one
Friday evening I expected she wouldn't be doing anything after work and
would want to come over, in anticipation of which I'd picked up a load
of seafood at the market.
“Can we talk tomorrow? I'm meeting someone for dinner tonight.”
“Huh? Since when? Dinner with whom?”
“Adrian, since earlier today. He just wants some information about the club.”
“Uh, oh, ok.”
She was involved in all sorts of clubs, so I overate of seafood and khanom and went to bed early.
She called me at 8:30 on Saturday morning, and sounded manic. She loved me so much, I was so fantastic, and she had to see me immediately. I went straight over and my second foot hadn't crossed the threshold before she pounced, all cooing and kissing and praise.
It wasn't until we were within heartbeats of our laying together
getting biblical that I asked what had been up with Adrian. The
momentary flash of expression told me everything I needed to know.
he here?” She nodded bashfully. “Did you..” I got a bit vulgar here but
her answer was yes. “When the hell were you going to tell me?”
phone beeped. A message flashed on the screen. She hadn't given me
access to her Line or email accounts and a sudden realization hit me. I
looked at her, looked at the phone, looked at her again and grabbed the
phone. I read through several chats, all with other dudes, all graphic,
all with meetings in the planning phase.
This is not an uncommon
double standard in the non-committal Bangkok sex scene, but my trust
felt profoundly violated. I'd acquiesced to sexual openness, but I'd
done it with the agreement of mutual disclosure. Obviously this
agreement had been grievously violated. With things already being on the
frontier of acceptability to me, Aom's attempt to spin any negative
emotion about the situation as being a reflection of some character flaw
I possessed pushed me over the edge.
The attraction was effectively killed, at least for the time being. We
eventually managed a much less involved situation that served as a
pleasant something, sometimes. I surrendered to the idea that until I
was ready to take something very seriously this was the sort of
situation I was likely to continue facing. I went back to chatting with
different Thai girls, dating some, running away from others, but without
going out of my way to anticipate “the one”.
I had the best luck
when I was open to the experience of love or real closeness, but not so
eager I tried to force it on the situation. The online Bangkok sex
scene opens the field a whole lot, for men and women, and with so much
competition everyone is more hesitant to move anything too quickly. If
they aren't they're desperate to grab on to someone, and there can be a
lot of different motives behind that. I say try to keep an open mind,
and an appointment book.