Woke
up early again. Weather was still perfect. In fact, it wasn’t far
off a perfect English summer in Cornwall. It was warm but there was
still a pleasant coolness underlying it all.
After
I had showered and meditated and was contemplating the pleasant day
ahead, the realisation suddenly struck me that this very moment that
we are in is of vital importance as it affects what will follow. If
one is to have a good life and future then one shouldn’t entertain
a single negative thought of any kind as this will lead onto other
negatively related thoughts and experiences. Positive thinking is so
important.
I
ate a good breakfast at Relax Coffee and met Jim from England who
lives here half of the year. After a chat over a leisurely coffee, I
headed off to swim at Ao Nang. It was glorious there….lovely cool,
green water….soaking up the head of the morning sun between swims
under the swaying palms…magic.
I
came back to have lunch at the Jai shop and had an excellent lunch
for all of 35 baht! Then I returned to my apartment for a shower and
siesta. I slept for what seemed like ages but was actually only an
hour. Then I arose, showered again and thought about an afternoon
coffee. Then it started to pour with rain. Not wanting to waste time,
I wrote my diary. It’s been a pretty good day, I reflected. All I
need to complete it is to have a good rampant session tonight. The
Gentle Reader shall find out if I got it later.
Now,
as I look out of the window, I see that the rain has stopped and the
sky looks bright. Bearing in mind what I wrote in the second
paragraph of today’s entry, I shall sally forth with positive
thoughts in the present moment…and who knows what delightful
experiences I shall have when I go out! I shall report back to the
Gentle Reader later this evening…
Gentle
Reader, I have returned from sallying forth. I went first to buy
chocolate brownies from Maharat Bakery which is run by a Dutch man.
Then I went to share the delicious delicacies with Pim at the massage
and tour shop. She gave me fresh coffee to go with the brownies but
did not take any herself as she was afraid of getting fat. Between
you and me, she already was halfway there but didn’t look bad for
it.
Some
girls are meant to be large and buxom. Nothing wrong with that.
I
spent a pleasant hour chatting with her and then went for a run in
the park by the river. It was beautiful with the scent of nutmeg
trees in my nostrils and the golden light of the setting sun. I ran
once around the entire park and then spent some time on the various
exercise bars and contraptions that Thais are so good at providing in
their parks.
I
returned home to shower. How nice it was to have a full pressure hot
shower! It is the little things in life that seem to make all the
difference. While I was revelling in thus cleansing myself, P rang.
“Where
are you, Pi Ben?”
“In
the shower.”
“Hurry
up. I want to take you to meet my grandparents.”
Well,
it still wasn’t the most exciting invite in the world but it was at
least a step in the right direction after the funeral of last night.
I dressed and went to meet her father’s parents. They were both
Chinese, her grandfather had emigrated from China when he was young
and still couldn’t speak Thai very well. He was in his eighties and
she was a year older than my father at 74. They were both lovely with
a certain charm that some old Chinese people have. I liked them very
much.
After
some talk, we went off to have dinner at the market. P told me that
her father had asked her mother when I was going to ask him for P’s
hand in marriage. P assured me that the idea made her sick. She then
explained all what would be expected….a big wedding, lots of
relations, traditional ceremonies etc. I asked if her father would
mind a register office wedding like in England and she told me that
all her relatives and friends would be angry. I started to feel
rather depressed at the mere thought of it. P then told me that her
body ached and she was going to take some medicine and go to sleep.
I
realised that, much as I liked her, I really was going to have to
look elsewhere if I wanted sex. She just wasn’t interested anymore.
But she still obviously wanted to marry me. Why? Just to have kids to
please her parents, probably. Then there would definitely be no more
sex after that. She told me that if we had children, she would send
them to England with me and she would stay here in Thailand and work.
And find a kik, she added with a laugh.
Needless
to say, I didn’t find her humour in very good taste. A girl simply
shouldn’t joke about taking another lover when she isn’t fully
looking after her current one.
And
yet it had been so different when we first met, I remembered
wistfully. Then, she had been a little nympho. A sweet faced little
nympho who was fantastic in bed and never argued. Asian women are so
good at spoiling a man when they feel inclined to. So when they go
off the idea, it can be a traumatic experience.
I
bade her goodnight and headed back to my apartment. A heady idea was
forming in my fevered brain. Last year when I was here, I’d met B,
a Thai woman who was pretty much in the same predicament as I was.
She was same age as me, had a great figure and was fantastic in bed.
I remembered how she had asked me if I could cum in her mouth because
swallowing semen was 'good for her complexion'. She was very ‘Thai
style’, had a sexy husky little girl voice and was probably the
best unemotionally attached shag I’d ever had. I got all hot and
bothered just thinking about her. And I still had her number.
Now,
I’d purposely refrained from calling her when I arrived in Krabi. I
was in love with P and I had no intention of having more than one
girl on the go and all the trouble that came with it. But now the
situation was desperate and my lack of sex was starting to affect my
relationship with P. Whatever she said or did just seemed to bring
the frustrating fact back to me that she didn’t seem interested in
having sex with me anymore. As my Gentle Readers who belong to the
male sex will know, there is nothing more disheartening, depressing,
maddening thing than to have the girl you have strong affection for
to do this to you. You spend your time alternatively remembering the
good old days when time together was a happy, intimate tiredness
between bouts of joyous lovemaking and brooding jealousy. Who is she
seeing behind your back? Who is she shagging instead of you?
Anyway,
coming back to B. With trembling fingers and thumping heart, I dug
out her number and dialled. I found myself thinking that it was
ridiculous for a 34 year old man of the world to be feeling like a
pubescent teenager but I couldn’t help it.
There
was still no sound from the phone. I took it from my ear and looked
at the screen. The call had cut out. I tried again. Still nothing.
The number must no longer be available.
Feverishly,
I checked out her contact details and found an alternative number. I
dialled it and it rang! I waited with bated breath. I guess it’s
crazy really how
important
sex seems to a man who isn’t getting it.
There
was no answer. After a while I hung up. I felt calmer now. Perhaps it
was just as well. Perhaps I should just be resigned to a married life
of celibacy…
I
settled back on the bed and switched on the TV. I felt calmer now.
It was a warm evening and I don't like to use air conditioning unless
I really have to so I was naked. I propped myself up on the pillows
and flicked through the channels. There were over 60 of them but
there was nothing particularly interesting on. I decided to go to
sleep.
Suddenly,
my phone rang. My heart started thumping again when I saw that it
was B calling me back. I pressed the answer button.
"P
Ben!" said B's little girl voice. "Where are you? Are you
in Krabi?"
"Yes,
yes! Where are you?"
"I'm
at home. You not sleeping yet? Are you alone?"
"Yes,
I'm alone. Just watching TV." I was getting a hard-on just
talking to her.
"Can
I come and see you? Are you at the same apartment as last time?"
"Yes,
yes!"
"Ok,
see you in 20 minutes na."
Exactly
twenty minutes later there was a soft knock at my door and B came in,
her long glossy hair smelling of perfume, her firm buxom body warm
against mine...
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