The Loneliness of Loveless P4P Encounters

So I’m browsing an online forum that reviews ThaiFriendly freelancers.

I see an enticing review of “Bam Bam” by a satisfied horny punter.

“First impressions are that she is cute af . . .

she is also very small and very soft. But really really tight . . .

slow mish and some LFK that moved to DFK . . .

Definitely recommend.”

“Really really tight” pussy you say?

I’m in!

I check out Bam Bam’s profile and her photos.

Bam Bam’s barbie-like photo is laughably photoshopped — typical of TF ladies.

But then, don’t I myself use a 10-year-old photo in my TF profile?

I can’t use a current photo to attract the young Thai chicks.

Are you crazy man?

I look like a goddamn wrinkled grandpa now!

 

I send Bam Bam a message asking for ST.

Bam Bam replies to my message the next morning, at about 6:30 am!

Good thing I’m an early riser too.

Sometimes I get up at 3:30 in the morning, and cannot go back to sleep.

I don’t sleep well, having to wake up to piss frequently about 4-5 times, due to an enlarged prostate and the aftermath of successful treatment for prostate cancer.

But yes I’m grateful that I get to live to fuck another day.

 

Bam Bam and I arrange to meet at 12 noon for a ST session at Little Court Hotel.

She doesn’t mind me taking photos of her, so I do.

We start with a nice long conversation, lying on the bed fully clothed, asking questions about each other.

But she’s distant, with a subdued manner, at times almost sullen.

She isn’t cheerful, not happy, rarely smiles.

Bam Bam mostly has a bored expression on her face that doesn’t change – even while I’m later taking shots of her lying naked on the bed.

I can see Bam Bam totally does not give a shit about my photo taking.

She’s just lying there passively, like a lifeless corpse.

But yes, I know she’s only here to make money – nothing else.

I know, I know … I said I know!

I notice a large tattoo on Bam Bam’s forearm, and grab her arm for a better photo.

Curious, I ask her about the tattoo.

Bam Bam replies irritably that she doesn’t like her tattoo, and she doesn’t know what it means.

Because Bam Bam unknowingly got her garish tattoo while she was passed out drunk.

As she lay unconscious, a “friend” then tattooed Bam Bam’s forearm without her permission.

Jesus!

As the saying goes, “With friends like that, who needs enemies?”

 

After the chitchat, Bam Bam obediently proceeded to suck my dick.

It felt pleasant enough, but I felt lonely and disconnected.

 

I thought back to an oil massage I had gotten the previous night, which was also deeply unsatisfying.

I was passing by a massage parlor on a soi near Beach Road, and immediately stopped when I saw a young-looking sexy spinner.

I approached her, and she quickly agreed to do an oil massage.

She started by washing my feet in a tub.

I risked a quick photo of her – but that was all I would get from her.

I found out the young masseuse actually lives in Bangkok.

She was in Pattaya to visit her mother, who owns the massage parlor.

Her English was very good, and she seemed smart, sensible, and ambitious – not a foolish drunken bargirl type.

But she was also snotty, with a somewhat irritating know-it-all attitude of arrogant youth who think they got life figured out.

But we all were like that when we were young, weren’t we?

And of course we avoided any old person!

So the barrier between her and I was likely due to our huge age and cultural gap.

 

I felt sad and somewhat lonely as we engaged in mild verbal sparring without warmth.

Why am I even doing this?

Why did I pick her?

That was my mistake.

Yeah, I wanted to fuck her, really.

In quiet despair, I thought to myself: look at me – a foolish grandpa wasting what remains of his life by continuing to do lonely things like this – getting an unsatisfying massage with a sexy young chick who doesn’t seem to like me much.

I knew without doubt that absolutely no “happy ending” would be offered by her.

For me to even suggest a handjob would piss her off, undoubtedly.

 

But something unusual happened.

About midway through the massage, somehow the mention of Indians came up when we briefly talked of American history, and racism against Black people.

I then asked Bam Bam if she knew what American Indians looked like, maybe from watching Cowboy Westerns.

I then had an idea.

I would show Bam Bam the dramatic ending of a great old movie, “The Last of the Mohicans.”

I got up from the massage table to retrieve my phone from my shorts pocket, causing the towel to drop and expose myself to her.

We both acted like it was nothing – because it was nothing.

Clearly nothing sexual was going to happen.

Who cares if this snotty young sexy chick sees my wrinkly old-man limp dick – as harmless and unsightly as a repulsive garden slug you squish by stomping on it.

 

Bam Bam sat on the edge of the massage bed while I stood slightly behind her, holding up my phone displaying the video on its screen.

That marvelous movie sequence has everything: sacrifice, courage, love, honor and death.

A mesmerizing hypnotic soundtrack is a perfect accompaniment to the riveting action.

I explained the plot briefly to the masseuse, so she could follow the action.

The sequence starts with the British officer who was engaged to be married to the heroine.

But she later falls in love with the story’s hero, Daniel Day Lewis, a white man who was raised by Indians.

When the British officer realizes she does not love him, he sacrifices himself to be killed instead of her.

He yells to Daniel to flee with her, as he is dragged away to be burned alive.

 

Watching from afar is an Indian father and his handsome son, hiding in the mountainside.

They see a band of Indians with the heroine’s captive sister, leading her away from the campsite.

The handsome son places his hand on his father’s shoulder and they look at each other.

His quick look says it all.

He is in love with her – and will die for her.

He leaves to catch up with them, and his father soon follows.

The young Indian in love battles to the death with the Indian warrior leader – played magnificently by the Native American Indian actor Wes Studi.

The young Indian is mortally wounded while the heroine’s sister watches in shock and horror.

The doomed pair exchange their last-ever look – knowing their star-crossed love will never be.

Studi then finishes the job, brutally knifing the young Indian and shoving his body off the cliff.

Studi then beckons the sister to come to him.

What the dazed sister did next in the scene caused my young masseuse to gasp in shock – as I anticipated she would.

 

The scene closes with the young Indian’s father killing the Indian warrior in revenge.