BabyDoc

WARNING: This is a long winded old guy personal memoirs type story that includes very little sex so if you don’t want to read it, don’t read it but I do suggest that you view the video link at the end regardless. And remember it’s the internet so whether you believe it or not it really makes no difference…

Apologies up front but I’m a bit manic today having just returned from Cartagena Colombia where I flew a sometimes GF in for a rendezvous. We had been separated for about 9 months by politics and Covid-19. It was an ordeal trying to make sure everything worked travel-wise (for both of us) but the window for having a valid PCR…

So there I was… It was the late 1980s and probably about 1 or 2 AM in Patpong. I was at that very familiar point of the night when I ask myself “How much whiskey is enough?” The answer was always the same, “One more!” Patpong was then still one of Bangkok’s premier tourist red light entertainment districts so…

Sadly, the long-time owner of one of my favorite clubs recently passed away. He was old school. The kind of guy that girls wanted to work for because he a was fair and provided a safe relaxed, no pressure place…

At the risk of upsetting the sensibilities of anyone and talking about females who take their clothes off, I’ve been drinking again and have another tale to tell. This will be a truncated version as there is always more…

Last night, two different clubs, one a 19 y/o the other 22 y/o. Imagine my shock when neither had any tattoos, no un-natural hair colors, no piercings (aka no bull nose rings – how stupid are those), no body beautiful…