Desperately Seeking Sexual Healing

I was passing by a massage parlor on Buakhao Road and saw a familiar face. I had seen her around for a while, working at a couple different places.

An earlier sighting at “Relax Massage.”

Her face was cute enough, but she had rather big legs and hips for her slim torso – enough for me to reject her at the time.

It’s so typical for us jaded mongers to get picky.

Even a minor flaw in a chick’s body or face is cause for rejection for us entitled old bastards – most of us with major flaws in our faces and bodies.

With me of course my major flaw is my wrinkled face and gross old body.

How many young Thai chicks barely into their twenties would gladly fuck a 72-year-old foreigner?

Almost on a whim, I parked my bike nearby and walked up to the massage parlor.

I went to where the tall pale masseuse was sitting, and asked about the prices.

“Masssage is 300 baht,” she said.

“What about boom-boom?” I asked.

She laughed and said, “We talk inside.”

I stared at her for a few seconds, tempted.

Shit. Wrong timing.

I was on my way to eat dinner.

“Well, I guin khao (eat) now,” I said. “Maybe I come back later.”

She smiled and said it was no problem.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Ying” she replied.

I knew I would be back.

I liked Ying’s friendly, cheerful manner.

But most of all, her tall, slim body with pale skin and cute face reminded me of Greenpeace Girl.

Yes dear God, send me a clone.

Please God, I cannot keep suffering like this!

The next day I couldn’t resist taking an early hit of dope in the morning. It was going to be another wasted day.

I later took a second hit of dope and drank a half-bottle of red wine in my apartment that strangely did not really give me a drunk buzz. But I dared not drink any more, due to my abused liver.

I really should not be drinking at all. But I need to drink to escape the pain and boredom of life – even though it’s only a brief escape.

So I took a third hit of dope before hitting the road. I dreamily rode along bustling Buakhao Road’s madness in the busy holiday season.

I rode to the massage parlor and saw Ying there, thank god.

I walked up to her and quickly agreed to a massage. We stepped inside the cramped narrow room with 2 massage booths.

Ying then informed me that if I wanted “special service,” it costs 1,800 baht for a HJ/BJ.

“What about boom-boom?” I asked.

For boom-boom the price is 2,300 baht, she replied.

Hmm, kinda pricey!

“Well, I don’t know if I have power today,” I said. “Handjob and blowjob is OK.”

I took a brief shower first.

Ying said she would shower after my massage is finished.

I lay naked on the massage bed as Ying smoothly gave me a light oil massage that felt relaxing and therapeutic.

We chatted a bit during the massage.

I found out that Ying is 20 years old, from Maha Sarakham province. She has been in Pattaya for about a year, and does not like it.

Also, she does not have a boyfriend or husband, or any kids.

That’s what I like to hear!

I then praised Ying for being childless, and advised her to wait until she is late twenties to have kids. Because her kids are obligated to take care of Ying when she is old.

That’s how it’s done in Thailand, unlike in America, where you send your parents to a nursing home when they become old and feeble, and a burden to care for.

When it was time to flip over from my back massage, the happy ending began.

Ying put some oil on my limp dick and worked it to hardness. She had a great feel for how to stroke a man’s dick, slowly and sensually.

I then asked her for a blowjob. She immediately complied, first wiping the oil off my dick. Her blowjob was very pleasant, but somewhat rapid and mechanical.

I then said, “I think I have power, so maybe we can boom boom.”

Ying was OK with my invading her pussy, and left the booth to “get ready.”

She returned and then slowly stripped her clothes at the foot of the bed. She stood naked in front of me, giving me a good look.

Her body was sexy, a little wide at the hips – kinda normal for most chicks really.

I was not especially turned on visually, but still very happy and grateful.

 Here I am, with a friendly sexy young naked chick with a shaved pussy standing in front of me!

Ying was a sweet girl really. That makes all the difference.

We didn’t waste time and proceeded to the action.

I slipped the condom on, applied lube to my dick, and prepared to enter the sweet pussy of my Green Girl clone.

“Slowly,” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yes, slowly,” I agreed in mild disappointment.

So I entered slowly but insistently, always pushing.

She gasped when I entered her, and winced with each shove of my dick into her pussy.

Onward!

Fairly quickly I was balls-deep, fully inside her.

Oh what a feeling!

From there the fucking started.

Although I could see Ying was in discomfort, I kept going – but not as hard as I would have liked to.

I flipped her over for a doggie prone bone finish.

I was struck by the sight of a huge colorful tattoo covering Ying’s entire back.

It was a tattoo of a Japanese Geisha-type lady. Ying just laughed and said her tattoo is not finished yet.

I ran my hand lightly over her back, mildly disappointed that her inked skin did not feel as pleasant as bare smooth skin.

For the life of me, I will never understand why chicks even get huge tattoos like this.

So I fucked her while gazing at her tattoo, occasionally massaging her back while fucking. “I give you dick massage and back massage too,” I joked.

I pounded Ying hard as she gasped and winced during my deep thrusts.

After what seemed like a long time, I got tired and had enough of her tight pussy. It was one of those times when I knew I wouldn’t finish, so I simply just stopped.

Afterwards, I felt crestfallen when I heard Ying say softly with a smile, “I jep” (hurt).

I felt guilty and sad that I hurt her.

Later after we got dressed, Ying agreed to a few photos.

After I left the massage parlor, I felt the pleasant afterglow of a delightful sexual encounter – when life seems OK for a short while.

I felt gratified at discovering a sweet chick like Ying.

She wasn’t cold or businesslike, or even mildly hostile, like some other P4P chicks I have fucked.

Ying LINE profile

I caught myself already having “romantic” inklings – mildly projecting what could happen when I return to see soft sweet Ying again – and then maybe return again . . . and maybe return . . .”

The next day I woke up with my typical hangover from being stoned and drunk, mostly just sleeping the day away to recover.

I thought dully to myself, I did not enjoy my hits of dope, especially the 3rd hit, after I had fucked Ying and wanted to prolong my altered state.

It ended up with too much THC in my body. Worse, I did not really feel “super”stoned.

Even the half-bottle of red wine I drank did not really give me a strong buzz to add to the marijuana high.

And so another day’s useless energy was spent.

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