Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

Click the pic to see my pussy

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.Yes, I always read it as vulvazela too. I don’t think we’re alone. By now anyone watching the world cup is probably sick to death of the sound of the damn things. But they don’t have to be used this way.

There is a slightly smaller but strikingly similar instrument that gets played in bars around Bangkok, and no doubt Pattaya and Phuket as well, every night. It is part of the infamous Pussy Show. The girls usually lay on their backs on the stage and blow these plastic horns through their lovely little cunts.

That, of course, is only one of the tricks that the dextrous damsels can execute. There are at least a couple of dozen tricks the girls do. Some of them, such as pussy blowing out candle, can get a bit tedious. And pussy smoking is not really very attractive to a non-smoker. But I shall cherish the look of alarm I saw on one Australian gentleman’s face as he observed pussy removing beer bottle top. “Can all the girls do that?” he yelped, obviously fearing for his own top.

In fact not all girls can do it. Some of the tricks take a considerable amount of training and those that involve needles and razor blades could be very nasty in the event of a slight mistake.

A while back I took one of these pussy show girls home. I’d asked if she could bring some balloons and darts and other props. I’ll give you a bonus, I promised. “Can not,” she said, “me get sack if mamma-san finds out.” But she was happy to straddle me and demonstrate. “Have strong pussy … see!” she said giving my cock a delicious squeeze.

It was at that point she spied a large bunch of bananas on the table. They were the small sweet ones but they had only just turned yellow. “Good” she said, not too yellow yet. Get down here.” She motioned me to lay on the floor. She herself crouched leaning backwards on the sofa and tried to fire bananas the length of my body and into my mouth.

We got through the whole bunch of bananas but she did score her goal.

See also: Show time at the Long Gun

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There has been a curfew in Bangkok over the entire weekend. I decided there wasn’t much point in going up there but I did call a few bargirl friends to see how things were. Some had chosen to just hibernate through it while others had gone back up country to see families.

They all felt a rather sad and subdued. Those that work in Nana Plaza were there right until the last evening. Patpong, which was just a stones throw from the barricades, had closed down some days before.

It’s a funny thing, the mainstream media tells the world that Thaksin has huge support in the north-east of Thailand. That’s true, he does, largely because of his cash handouts. But they never mention that most of the country’s bargirls also come from the north-east and I’ve met very few of them who have any liking for the guy.

It was Thaksin that enforced the two o’clock closing time law which shaved a couple of the more lucrative hours off their workday. And between them bargirls do far more to alleviate poverty and provide education for the region’s children than anything any politician has ever done.

One girl who runs a small bar/restaurant on Sukhumvit spoke for many; “I work hard every day, I send all my money back every month. Now cannot! No have customer, no have money!”

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I was hardly through the curtain when Mai came bouncing up to me, “How are yoooo,” she said, and without pausing for breath; “You know Arex?” I’d never seen Alex before in my life I told her.

“You remember Poom?” She continued. Poom I did remember, she’d left a few months ago to have a boob job and to get married.

I’d been quite appalled at the idea of her getting a boob job. I thought her tits were gorgeous as they were, I had intimate knowledge of them. Poom wasn’t a dancing girl she was just a waitress. Never-the less she had been very popular and made quite a lot of money.

She would sometimes come around to my place, when I was in town, for lunch and a romp. Afterwards she would fall asleep and I would work. From my desk I could see through the bedroom door to her naked body on the bed. Curled up in a pool of sunlight while the breeze from a fan played with her hair. Yes, I remembered Poom with a great deal of affection.

“Arex is new husband of Poom,” said Mai continuing her introduction.
“Well, well,” I said to him, “you’re the lucky bastard that got her. She’s a lovely girl …” I resisted the temptation to add “… and a great fuck.” Besides Poom herself had just back from powdering her nose and I also had to resist the temptation of squeezing the bum that I knew so well.

I bought a round of drinks but I didn’t get to talk to Alex much. Sensing a party a buch of other girls came over to say hello. Alas I’d only stopped by for a quick one. He was a chef from England but whether he plans to stay here in Bangkok or take his new bride back to the UK I don’t know. Still, he seemed like a decent bloke and I wish them the best.

Click the pic to see Noi get her panties off

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My cleaning ladyboy turned up the other morning breathless with excitement. Did I want another girl to photograph, he wanted to know. Sure, I said, why ever not?

But try to get here a little earlier this time, I told him. I might as well have saved my breath. Admittedly it wasn’t their fault but they actually arrived considerably later than previously on account of having to navigate around a sea of protesters.

She was cute though. Her name was Noi, 24-years old and works as a seamstress. She was also very shy but she did have a lovely, cheeky grin. There was not much light left in the sky so I figured I’d shoot for a short while for the sake of good manners then see if she was amenable to a jolly good fucking.

She was. In fact she was expecting it and I didn’t even need to ask. Within just a few minutes her shyness had evaporated and she spent most of the shoot checking to see if I had a stiffy yet. Of course it didn’t take long and as soon as I had one she wanted to see it. “I never see farang before” she giggled.

After she’d left the cleaner came back with an accusing look on his face. “Noi say she like this job veeeerrrry much.” I’m not surprised I told him, she just earned as much in two-hours as she earns in two weeks at the factory.

See pictures of Noi
See also: My first porn shoot

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I shot my first nudey pictures the other day. It was the cleaning ladyboy that suggested it. He’s only seen my travel pictures before because that’s mostly what I do. Never-the-less he had faith in me.

He also had a girl who was keen to do some modelling. What kind of girl I asked. “A real girl!” he pouted and sashayed off to the kitchen. It wasn’t really what I’d meant. I’d wanted to know if she was a bargirl or student or whatever. “She just a friend, I think you make very nice photo her.” He said. Is she over eighteen, I asked. “Oh yes, I think so.” he giggled. I told him set up a time.

I have shot the occasional girlfriend in the past but those instances were never more than half a dozen snaps as a prelude to fucking. I had learned enough from those sessions, though, to know that lighting was going to be a bit tricky. All I had at my disposal was a cantankerous old mono-light and brolly.

I did have plenty of sunlight but at 2.30 in the afternoon, when the appointment was set, that is more of a curse than a blessing. Still, I wasn’t about to let it put me off, I was rather warming to the idea.

They arrived at the appointed time. Milf, I thought as she walked through the door. Hotter than Hades but a milf none-the-less. But was she really? Her name was May. She told me she worked in a factory making leather bags, she had no children and had never even been married. She was 29 years-old. In a country where so many girls are mothers before their 20th birthday this was a rare thing indeed.

Could it be that I was alone in my apartment with one of the most rare and exotic beasts that ever lurked on the dappled fringes of mans fantasies? Was this a horny Thai woman on the cusp of cougar-hood that was about to take all her clothes off?

The shoot progressed quite well. We were both a bit stiff to start with, though not in the same way. But it didn’t take long for her to relax and to start enjoying herself.

Play with your pussy, I told her, forget about me - see if you can make yourself cum. “Cannot.” she said. Why, when did you last cum. “Mmm two days ago.” Boyfriend? “No, have toy. No have boyfriend.”

I shot a bunch of close-ups from the end of the bed but by this time the sun was streaming through the window at such an angle that it became impossible to do much more. Enough! I declared.

I’d always known shooting porn wouldn’t be easy but it was satisfying. I put the camera on the floor and propped myself up on my elbows between her knees and watched while she continued to play with herself. Feel good? I asked. “Mmmm.”

Are you gonna cum? “Mm… maybe..,” She paused for a moment, “… but you have to help.”

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