Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

I’ve never been into BDSM much myself. Some of the accessories are fun and on the right kind of body some of the fetish fashions are very sexy indeed. But when it comes to the actual inflicting and receiving of pain I’m a bit of a wimp I’m afraid.

I’ve chatted with the girls outside the Try Something Different bar in Bangkok numerous times. They don’t inflict pain though they do sometimes stroke the toys they have across the front of my trousers. I’ve never been inside although they always try to entice me. They tell me there are live shows and audience interaction.

I’d always been led to understand by the S&M folks that I’ve met that it is bad form to get into that stuff when you were drinking alcohol as some people tend to get a bit carried away. But I guess in an environment like that there are people keeping an eye on proceedings.

I don’t want to interact but I would like to see the girls. The average Thai build is too slight to carry BDSM gear convincingly and I’m keen to find out if they have recruited some bustier examples from somewhere.

How much for one beer, I asked. “Nine-hundreds baht for first beer,” she beamed, taking my hand. “OUCH!” I yelped and scampered away.

I get the impression sometimes that lots of people think a ‘girlfriend experience’ is something elusive and mysterious. In case there is anyone who doesn’t know the term, a girlfriend experience is a rendezvous with a sex worker who … well … behaves more like a girlfriend than a sex worker.

She is someone who is good at giving the impression that she actually likes you and enjoys having sex with you rather than just lying back and counting the dollar signs. Well of course, that is the kind of service we all prefer but what baffles me is why some people think it is harder to find than the golden fleece itself.

I was talking to a girl the other day who made me think about this. We’d just had a post coital doze and were getting dressed. “Thank you,” she said, “you make me happy.” I told her that I was glad that I could make her cum too.

“Not only,” she said. “Last customer was a very boring man, he no smile, he no talk. I feel very scare … so I make him cum very quickly. He pay 2 hour but him finish, him go 30 minutes only. He not say anything but I afraid he angry … but now I happy again,” and she gave me a big hug.

Sex work is a risky business and you can understand some girls being a bit reserved at first. Of course, there are those that are never going to lighten up but for the most part my encounters are always cheerful and friendly. They are human beings and they respond well to being treated as such.

It seems Christmas cracker Xuan-Vy provoked quite a few erections out there. I think it was the cute little red hat that did it, after all there are sweet shaved pussies aplenty lying around. I’ve got to admit though, the lass simply oozes sex.

Xuan-Vy is Vietnamese, at least her name is Vietnamese, that’s the only thing I know about her. But she does remind me of a girl I met in Laos a couple of years ago for some reason. I don’t suppose they looked that much alike really and the Lao girl kept her clothes on at all times. She just wanted to practice her English.

At the end of the conversation we shook hands. Her handshake was firm and strong, her hands small and muscular. Made so, no doubt, by a childhood spent working in the fields. The were a little rough but nothing a little baby oil couldn’t fix. I’m convinced she would have been able to administer a sublime hand-job. Alas she was currently employed by the restaurant we were sitting in and the chance of smuggling her out for a spot of freelance seemed remote.

Another gallery here, See also the Christmas Cracker gallery

Call me old fashioned but I’ve never been into really hard core porn. If I’m going to fantasise about girl I don’t want to see some other bloke’s dick thrusting in and out. I want to see my dick. Now I know I’m supposed to imagine it’s my dick in the picture or movie but I that doesn’t work for me. My dick wouldn’t pull out and spray cum all over her face.

I’ll come in her mouth and I’ll cum in her pussy. If I’ve had to pull out because we’ve been risking it I’ll come in her hands, on her tramp stamp or sometimes all over the bed sheets. Though I haven’t needed to do that since I had the snip and besides my current lifestyle dictates I bag it up on a regular basis. But I do like a cuddle afterwards and if her face is covered in spooge, even mine, it rather puts me off.

I have plenty of other fetishes mind you. I quite like being pee’d on and I love girls with unusual contrasts. Black girls with blonde hair, Chinese girls with Scottish accents, any kind of girl in coloured wigs. I enjoy 50-year old MILFs as well as 20-year old babes.

But variety is the spice of life and there are plenty of people out there that do like the money shots so if you’re one of them, these three bukake babes are for you.

See also: A bit of rough stuff

According to some commentators the world is going to end on December 21, 2012. The Mayans said so, they bleat. The Mayan’s world actually came to an end over a thousand years ago so we can’t ask them for an update. Joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon church reckoned that Jesus would return to Earth by 1891 after which the End of Times would begin. Pat Robertson claimed it was going to end in 1982 but he’s still out there talking shit. And last year Harold Camping said May … and then October.

I think it’s all a load of bollocks. In a world of celebrity obsession and reality TV they are just sad gits resorting to desperate measures to grab their fifteen minutes.

But just in case I’m going to see that I get as much fucking and wanking in as I possibly can. Happy New Year

I know a girl who has a goldfish on her right shoulder. “It’s not finished yet!” she pleaded when I asked if I could take a picture of it. And when are you going to get it finished? She told me the next time she goes back up country and has enough money to pay for it.

Tattoos can get quite expensive. This one covers almost all of her right shoulder and is intended to spread all the way down her back incorporating several more fish. The goldfish as a symbol is intended to attract wealth and harmony in both business and personal affairs.

I told her that when she got it finished I would pay her good money to pose nude and show it off. “You give me money I go get it finished tomorrow.” I told her that if I gave her that kind of money she would have to have more than the tattoo artists needle stuck into into her. “Deal!,” she beamed and we sealed it with a high five.