Non-Fiction

Is it courage or morality that prevents one from opening the box, or a lack of curiosity?

Celibate ladies abound in Pattaya

Seduction in Indonesia has it's own music. But more often than not it's a Requiem then a symphony.

Remembering the divine one who slipped away.

Meetings with a couple of Monks, whilst on various travels in Thailand, who were not what they seemed. Rather than waiting for visions or expecting enlightenment in the LOS I would suggest finding your own perfect moments may be best.

On my first trip to Thailand in 2001, I came with a Japanese group tour. I am not even remotely Japanese.

I was 19 years old when Barbara dumped me for a fraternity brother of mine who had more money and a better car. 21 was the drinking age and I didn’t have a phony ID so I went to a bad part of the industrial town adjoining the college and found a low class bar.

Ae had a complexion like a perfectly brewed cup of tea with a dash of cream. Her wide set eyes glinted darkly and mischievously above high warm cheekbones. Curled within her musical soft voice was a sexual power that would melt most other women into insignificant drag acts. Her small frame lacked any sharp angles. Despite very little body fat she was all feminine curves. At nineteen she seemed to have hit a peak and she gloried in her ability to own every man who glanced at her.

Boris stared with uncommon intensity at the naked women pulling items of cutlery out of their vaginas. “This is fucking great show! This woman here, the one with the big tits, she is very talented.”

A golden light the width of a stiletto blade creeps through the tiny gap between heavy dark orange curtains. The sliver of sun catches a thousand flecks of dust that glimmer like gems as they pass through and lands a slim illuminating beam on her golden skin. She shifts in her sleep. Her breast still moving a fraction of a second after she has changed position.

During all this week of unfaithfulness I feel so lonely. I'd love to talk things over with my only real friend, the wife.

I love cars but only when they can move. Bangkok is sitting in your car waiting for the traffic to move. Instead I look up and see large red digital numbers counting backwards from 180. People watching is a diversion because the radio stations suck.

I like Thai shopping malls. They offer a distraction and fulfill a need for adventure.

I conclude my late-night stroll and repay a karmic debt the next day.

She was a real beauty, not a 9+ but a real, solid 10. I could never get the pronunciation of her name quite right, so I will just call her "Bee". She was the number 2 show-girl in Queens Castle 1, in Patpong, and the number 1 show-girl was at the use-by date stage. Between these two women were split the various shows, razor blades, needles, ribbons, soda bottles, darts, and all of the rest.