The moon went down slowly in loveliness. At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear; perfect to start the day with hot bed rocking session. Continuous panting broke the silent morning. You wouldn't want to imagine how messy the room was. For more details kindly approach me personally haha.
Looking back, he was addicted to shopping. He had not shopped for the longest time and was easily turned on by the clothes and food in Jatuchak. Honestly, Jatuchak is my another least favourite attraction. Its crowded and stuffy environment are good to make me faint.
The plan at night was to visit DJ Station to quench our thirst for juicy bodies. Unfortunately, the energy loaned during the day had to be paid dearly. Bed vs DJ. Bed emerged victorious. We missed the fun that night.
After hot bed rocking session.
Local breakfast on Day 2.
On the way to shopping haven.
On the way to shop for porn magazine.
Damage on Day 2
The morning on Day 3 was a replication of Day 2 morning, a longer session. After all, Thailand is a horny place for horny men.
Day 3 was the continuous Day 2 shopping spree. My first experience when I eyed on one of the jeans in Jatuchak yesterday was a memorable one. The shop has no fitting room. We had to cover ourselves with a sarong, slowly removing our pants and put on the jeans, single handedly. And to much annoyance, I had abdomen and legs cramp while trying the jeans, which sent me rolling on the ground.
If I could predict this, I would wear another piece of garment under my pants. Exhibitionist aside, commando goers should wear underwear for convenience.
The second jeans was on Day 3. Epic. This shop, similarly has no fitting room and so I expected him to lend me their sarong. Surprisingly, they have no sarong!!! The Thais, offered to take off my pants and covered my private part with a large board and towel. If they are a bit good looking, I would have accepted their assistance. In the end I bought the jeans without trying. And it fit on me so bloody well.
Breakfast and lunch.
Green curry and grill pork as dinner.
Hiao with new jeans.
Damage on Day 3.
Our initial plan at night was to visit Saladaeng streets, the area famous with sex and shows and souvenirs. However the plan was ruined by our fluctuating homones, we ended with 0 dildo, 0 cd, 0 viagra and popper, 0 massage, 0 sex. A wasted Sunday night.
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