{"id":54785,"date":"2020-05-04T10:45:53","date_gmt":"2020-05-04T10:45:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stickmanbangkok.com\/?p=54785"},"modified":"2023-09-08T06:46:25","modified_gmt":"2023-09-08T06:46:25","slug":"bangkok-don-juan-part-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stickmanbangkok.com\/readers-submissions\/2020\/05\/bangkok-don-juan-part-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Bangkok Don Juan, Part 5"},"content":{"rendered":"

This submission concludes my series of diary entries, and the parallel extracts from Book I of my narrative poem, Bangkok Don Juan<\/a>.<\/em> If you have enjoyed this series of extracts you might be interested to know that I am making this book available for FREE download from Amazon from 4th<\/sup> to 8th<\/sup> May \u2013 but before you go to the trouble of downloading it, be warned \u2013 it is written in verse<\/em> (and pretty doggerely verse at that!). If verse is not your thing, you might prefer to wait for the release of the diaries on which the poem is based, provisionally entitled, Pussy Struck in the Land of Smiles<\/em>.<\/p>\n

This diary entry is from a year later than the previous entries, as it describes an experience so weird I just had to include it in this series.<\/p>\n

THE DIARY<\/p>\n

23rd<\/sup> May 2006<\/p>\n

I arrived at Rawhide at 8:30 and saw a girl dancing on the stage stark naked. I was blown away by her amazing body. It was just about perfect: Thai girl slim, but with full breasts and full hips, and her sensuous dancing made the most of it. Her face was only so-so, but with a body like that, it didn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n

Of course, I had to have her, and signalled her to join me. She was at my side in a moment, still stark naked (I love that bar!) and was all over me. I felt straight away that elusive \u201cchemistry\u201d which means that a girl is \u201cup for it\u201d, and decided to barfine her. Her name was Noi. She was 19 and from Buriram, and she had worked in Rawhide for all of two weeks. Her English was limited, so I tried my Thai, which had come on a bit since my last visit thanks to the Thai course [James Higbie\u2019s Essential Thai<\/em>].<\/p>\n

I decided to take her barhopping in Nana Plaza. As we were walking down the Sukhumvit Road, she said something that sounded like, \u201cYou buy boonii for me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t sure what she meant, and thought perhaps she was referring to some exotic Thai food called \u201cboonii\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cBoonii? I said, \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBoonii. Boonii labbit.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her pronunciation was even worse than I can suggest in my spelling, but eventually I got it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean \u2013 a rabbit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, labbit.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked hard at her, wondering if she was crazy, and if I should give her a tip and let her go. She saw the look and said, \u201cMen cruel sometimes, so I get bunny to cuddle. Have bunny at home. He called Moman. He boy bunny. Want girl to make boom-boom \u2013 like me and you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, anything to boom-boom that curvaceous body, so I agreed. She led me to the nearest pet shop, and in no time at all, we were on our way again with a rabbit in a small wire cage.<\/p>\n

I took Noi and Lek (the bunny) to G-Spot, ordered drinks (though not for the bunny) and sat back to watch the girls, while she made faces at Lek. When the drinks arrived, she took out a packet of cigarettes and lit up \u2013 what a turn off! I asked her not to smoke as I wanted to taste her kisses, not Players No. 6. She looked at me in surprise, grumbled a bit, then put the cigs away (NEW RULE\u00a0 \u2013 NO SMOKERS!) I think bunny approved of my decision.<\/p>\n

Next stop Erotica \u2013 this place has an upstairs bar and a small glass ceiling, but it is no Baccara. Indeed, there were no girls up there during our visit. Then we went to Carnival and I was persuaded to try the bronco. Funny bar this. There is a mechanised bucking bronco in the middle of the bar, and customers take it in turns to see if they can ride it. The odd thing is that there is almost more interest in the bronco than the carousel of girls, although, considering their low quality, perhaps it is not so odd. [The bar is called Billboard now, and the carousel is still there]. Had some fun \u2013 we danced in the aisles and then on the carousel. Noi was probably the sexiest girl up there. I thought I looked good too, but nobody barfined me [I am ashamed of myself when I look back \u2013 but we had both drunk too many Singhas].<\/p>\n

It was two o\u2019 clock, and the bars began to close, so I suggested going to a disco. She took me to a place in Soi 11. It was 250 baht entrance fee for me (and for a TG when in the company of a farang! \u2013 the doorman didn\u2019t notice Lek, or I would probably have had to pay for her too!) but I was too drunk to care, and wanted to spin the night out a bit longer. Noi loved to dance, though she insisted on keeping Lek with her in case somebody stole her. It\u2019s the first time I have ever danced with a bargirl and a bunny at the same time, but I was too drunk to feel embarrassed about it. After that, I decided it was time to take her back to the hotel.<\/p>\n

At last I was going to get my hands on those delicious curves! \u2013 but no sooner had we got undressed than she looked at the new bunny thoughtfully and said, \u201cLek lonely. I go get Moman. They make boom-boom on floor, we make boom-boom in bed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Half an hour later, the rabbits were going at it, well, like rabbits, and Noi, who had just emerged from the shower, took her cue from them and announced, \u201cI horny,\u201d and jumped on top of me. She was a one-girl orgy. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, and made wild thrusting movements, rolling around and scratching my back so hard it left marks. She marked me with love bites too. It was sexual heaven! Then, in a moment of panic, I realised I had forgotten something, and pushed her off.<\/p>\n

\u201cCondom!\u201d I gasped, fumbling in the bedside cabinet,<\/p>\n

\u201cI hate condoms!\u201d she cried.<\/p>\n

\u201cI always use a condom,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Then she started to get frantic.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I dirty girl! I clean! I wash pussy!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not enough,\u201d I said, and tried to explain about STD\u2019s.<\/p>\n

But it was no use, she was prancing around the room, screaming at the top of her voice: \u201cYou think I dirty! You think I sophenee<\/em>! [1] I hate you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Her ponytail swung and her tits wobbled \u2013 it was quite sexy, as well as scary. Even the bunnies looked alarmed, and that was what saved the night, and a visit from the security guard.<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cYou\u2019re scaring the bunnies!\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at them, and seemed conscience-stricken. She picked them up, cuddled them, offered me one to cuddle, then said, \u201cThank you for Lek. I go now. I no want money,\u201d but I gave her 1,500 baht anyway and she staggered out leaving me to clean up the mess.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

There is a sequel to this story that is not in my diary. On the flight back, I began to worry more and more about the unprotected sex with Noi. When I got home, I looked up HIV on the Internet, and read about the symptoms. One of the things I read was that the first signs of HIV are flu-like symptoms. Imagine my horror, when a few days later I developed a cough and a cold. It was one of the lowest moments in my life. I had HIV! I would get AIDS! I would die a lingering death! In a panic, I contacted my friend Richard, who is a veterinary surgeon. I told him my tale, and he laughed it off. He explained that HIV was a weak virus and that the odds of me catching anything from a girl who had only been in the bar for two weeks were infinitesimal. Then he questioned me about my flight. Yes, come to think of it, there had been somebody sitting near me with a bad cough. \u201cThat\u2019s all it is,\u201d he said. \u201cYou caught a cold on your flight \u2013 but be more careful next time!\u201d<\/p>\n

It is a timely reminder of how easily germs are passed around in the recirculated air on a plane \u2013 and in a gogo bar for that matter \u2013 and makes me wonder if we will be need a higher level of protection in the future. Will we be travelling to the Land of Smiles wearing masks, and entertaining our barfines wearing condoms and hazmat suits?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

THE CANTO<\/p>\n

Bonking Bunnies<\/p>\n

In which two bunny rabbits show Jim the way to go.<\/em><\/p>\n

A GIRL came up and said, \u2018Was that your\u00a0flend?\u2019
\nJim said, \u2018No, just a busker wanting money.\u2019
\nThey chatted for a while then, in the end,
\nJim asked how much \u2013 \u2018Two thousand and a bunny.\u2019
\n\u2018You mean a rabbit?\u00a0\u00a0Is this a new trend?\u2019
\n\u2018Yes\u00a0labbit\u00a0\u2013 and a cage \u2013 I\u2019m not being funny,
\nI want them because men are cruel \u2013 therefore,
\nI need something to cuddle and to care for.\u2019<\/p>\n

Jim asked her name, she said, \u2018Di chan\u00a0cheu\u00a0<\/em>Noi<\/em>.\u2019[2]
\nHe said, \u2018I hope you\u2019ll cuddle up to me!\u2019
\n\u2018I\u2019m sexy girl, I\u2019m not a ladyboy;
\nBoom-boom like labbit \u2013 just you wait and see!\u2019
\n\u2018As it\u2019s too early to go to my room,
\nWe\u2019ll go to Gulliver\u2019s \u2013 it\u2019s time for tea;
\nAnd though I won\u2019t be making it a habit,
\nOn the way back, we\u2019ll buy your bunny rabbit.\u2019<\/p>\n

That bunny rabbit had a great night out;
\nHe went to two\u00a0agogos\u00a0and a disco,
\nSaw\u00a0gogo\u00a0dancers putting it about,
\nWent on the dance floor where he did a frisk-o,
\nBut best, the bunny liked, without a doubt
\nSpying on\u00a0Noi and our Jim when they kissed.\u00a0Oh,
\nThat was nothing to what bunny goggled
\nIn the hotel \u2013 his bunny eyeballs boggled!<\/p>\n

Noi was\u00a0starkers\u00a0\u2013 Jim had jumped on top;
\nAnd bunny squeaked to see what they were doing.
\nNoi looked at Jim, then bunny,\u00a0then\u00a0said, \u2018Stop!\u2019
\nHe stopped. Poor Jim \u2013 he\u2019d hardly started screwing.
\n\u2018What\u2019s wrong?\u2019 he moaned, feeling his manhood flop.
\n\u2018Bunny is sad,\u2019 said\u00a0Noi, \u2018watching us wooing;
\nBuy lady\u00a0labbit\u00a0\u2013 that\u2019s what we must do,
\nBling\u00a0her to loom \u2013 then he can do it too!\u2019<\/p>\n

So they got dressed, went out and took a cab (it\u2019s
\nThe quickest way to get to the pet shop).
\nThey chose a bunny girl \u2013 clean in her habits;
\nWith soft white fur; to the male bunny, drop
\nDead gorgeous!\u00a0\u00a0They went at it, well \u2013 like rabbits.
\nNoi was well pleased, undressed and jumped on top
\nOf Jim, and proved that, when it came to f**king,
\nCompared to her, rabbits can\u2019t get a look in!<\/p>\n

That was a first!\u00a0\u00a0Two couples in one bed;
\nSomething that Jim had never thought of doing.
\nThey seemed to race each other \u2013 first they led,
\nAnd then the bonking bunnies were pursuing.
\nUnfortunately, over the bedspread,
\nThe bunnies (when they\u2019d bonked enough) were\u00a0pooing.
\nThe bed was such a mess, Jim was charged ex-
\n-tra\u00a0when he checked out \u2013 oh, but what great sex!<\/p>\n

BANGKOK BYRON<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

NOTES<\/p>\n

1 sophenee: <\/em>prostitute<\/p>\n

2 di<\/em> chan\u00a0cheu\u00a0<\/em>Noi: <\/em>my name is Noi<\/p>\n

The author of this article can be contacted at :\u00a0rumblejungle2019@gmail.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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