A Story...Once upon a time in Bangkok

[Kitung]

Dear All,

I love writing, so I thought I'll start writing this story...

I was a young girl of 21 when I first had an encounter with the notion that boys can be bought, and I can decide how far I want to go with any of them. I could choose, like in a supermarket, the type, the look, the conversation. It was bewildering for me, but as I was travelling with my gay older friend, I felt protected as the silent observer.

We went out that night, with a couple of thai boys, dancing and drinking at a Thai gay disco. The night was amazing, and I didn't want the feeling to end. I went there alone, with my gay friends and the boys that they took out, and I wasn't sure what would happen next when my guy friends brought their boys back to the hotel. I said my goodbyes, ran up to my room, locked the door and was taking a shower when I heard a knock on the door.

It was Got. He asked respectfully if he could just come in and talk, as he thought I was very interesting. Thoughts were racing in my head, he was my friend's boy and he must have had just serviced my friend...how and should I let him in? Fearing and yet curious, I let him into my room...and into my life for the next few years. That night, we sat like soulmates chatting about our respective lives, and he made no move to come closer nor to touch me beyond the goodbye hug he gave me at the door. It was an amazing night, for we spoke for 5 hours into the morning, before he had to leave. Before he left, he attempted to give me his gold pendent for "protection", but of course, I declined.

But that gesture was enough to hook me for the next few years, where I would visit Bangkok every month, meeting him in secret...


To be continued...

[sillymelon]

any updates? muahahahahh

[Wannaporn]

Is this story fiction!?

[nobody]

seems interesting though...so the guy was a straight guy working in gay bar

[Hsk]

Wasted. You should grab that opportunity. Hee hee

[Kitung]

In secret from all my normal friends in Singapore, I had a double life. Each time my boyfriend screams and yells at me, I'll call Got, to normalize my psyche. My boyfriend then was my very first, and we were together for seven years. For seven years, he would erode my self impression, telling me everyday how ugly, stupid, undesirable I am, though the opposite is quite true. The truth was, I was making ten times more than he was as an engineer, and he felt emasculated. To compensate for that, he made sure that I would never dare to leave him, thinking that no one else will be able to put up with me.

Up to a certain point, I guess that is still true till now - I'm still single, after my second boyfriend left me almost pennyless due to an awful gambling habit. That's another story, for another time though.

Got was my refuge, the place I would go to in order to be whole, in order to be happy again. The first year was the sweetest, I would long to see him so much I arranged for all kinds of business transactions in Bangkok, so I could kill two birds with one stone - work and play at the same time! Every trip, he would pick me up at the airport, and it would be an amazing evening thereafter.

To be continued...

[Dora<3]

nice nice!!! waiting for more updates =X

[meerkat]

this is so interesting....

can't wait to read more....

[Kitung]

One of such trips, we consummated our relationship and after that, it was a whirlwind that would sweep me up in his fury, but  protect me in its eye...all at once. He was skilled at foreplay and in its actual act, send me to a kind of delirium like no other. He had the tools and he knew what to do with them, and this led me to wonder if he saw me as a customer or as a special friend. No money exchanged hands, though I would pay for all our food and drinks, as well as the host fee to the bar. The host fee in Bangkok is amazingly cheap, just 500 baht, which converts to nearly $20. Once in the seven years, he asked me for a present, and I thought it was something that I would really like to give, so we went shopping.

While shopping for the present, I suddenly felt jaded and a little like a carrot block, waiting to be chopped. We walked through all the branded stores, each step sending me shivers of warnings, but we did not stop. We walked through the best shopping centers like Siam Paragon, Central World, World Trade Center, but we did not stop. We walked for hours choosing his present while he was carrying all my wholesale purchases. We finally arrived at a shop, Giordano.

He stopped and said he just wanted a cap to remember me by, that each time he wears the cap, he would remember our moments, and each time I was not in Bangkok, he would wear the cap to help lessen the missing. I melted, and that day, we not only had the most memorable protected lovemaking session, we did it for hours and hours till he was late going to the bar.

We used up a whole box of condoms that day, as I was paranoid about catching diseases and viruses and would insist on changing the condom if it gets too dry. He goes for an aids test every month, which is required of him in his industry, but having said that, there are plenty of other viruses, stds that they are not tested for. So I insist on being careful, for if you do it bareback, you do it with every other person he has ever been with.

After that trip, I was ready to make a bigger jump. On the next trip, I was to stay at his house and meet his mum who was going to travel down from ChiangRai to meet me. Again, he wanted to give me his gold amulet, saying that it would protect me from harm, but again, I refused to accept it, primarily because I can feel a strange energy emanating from the pendent. I think it might have been a love charm, or some little spirit he was keeping. Either way, it's better to be safe than be tied to him because of some spell. 

[nobody]

omg you and him were quite hardcore na 
but i'm sure you really enjoyed his companionship...