CallMeLee

Highlights, Lowlights, Rants, Raves and Reflections
✓Tawan – Still Finding Its Footing
As much as it pains me, Tawan was a lowlight this time around. There are glimmers of the old charm I loved, but they seem to be struggling post-closure. Fingers crossed this is just a transitional phase!
 
✓Prince & SSENSE
Reliable as ever. No complaints here—just solid, dependable fun.
✓Arena
I’ve rekindled my love for Arena and found myself visiting more frequently than usual. Maybe it’s to compensate for the Tawan disappointment? Either way, it’s a win.
✓Good Boys 
Good Boys is becoming a personal favorite. If the rumors are true and they’re moving to Sol bar’s old space, that’s exciting! Their current roster deserves more room to shine.
✓Banana 
Banana is stepping up in showmanship, but they need more variety in their boy lineup. And please, can we have more frequent visibility? Performances can drag on while the boys disappear into the ether.
✓Jupiter – Surprise of the Trip
Jupiter was a pleasant surprise! Maybe it’s a fluke or the low-season magic, but it really stood out this time.
✓Moonlight – Still zero offs from me
Still haven’t offed anyone from Moonlight. Can’t put my finger on it, but the vibe just isn’t doing it for me. Maybe a dash of sleaze would help? Lol.
✓Hotmale – Entertaining Yet Predictable
Hotmale is fun, but the lineup hasn’t changed much. It’s starting to feel a little too predictable. Still worth a visit.
✓Saphan Kwai Shops 
These shops are starting to claim a larger share of my trip funds—and I’m not mad about it. 
✓Dreamboys 
My last two visits unfortunately was a lackluster experience . I’m hoping they can reignite the magic soon. The stage feels empty and performance is meh at best. Are they still imposing the "Thai only" policy? 
✓Repeat Offs 
Lately, I’ve been gravitating toward reliability and consistency over variety. It’s a shift from my usual cravings for novelty.
✓Routine Setting In?
This is my third trip report, and I’m noticing a lot of my experiences while personally satisfying, are becoming routinary. In some of my visits at Arena, SSENSE, Dreamboys—there’s nothing particularly new to report, so I’ve omitted some details.
I’m considering switching up my reporting style next time—shorter, plus snappier. Don't want to bore you guys with my extended waffling about some random stuff. Lol. Let me know if this new approach will work!
 
Till next time! 😃

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!
 

 

 

I'd be more interested  in other parts of his body!

Another errata:
After a thorough audit and investigation by @jason1975, it was discovered that my recall of numbers and names is unreliable and hazy at best in the presence of gorgeous eye candies.
1. Vietnamese guy from previous trip has been #16 all along. Number didn't change.
2. After a thorough due diligence, #16's name actually is Bird. He pronounced it as "Bot" which made me assume that it's "Boat"
Apologies and rest assured that I will take this time to reflect and ensure accuracy of future trip report 🙂 
Btw, didn't change the fact that #16 is hot!
And thank you @jason1975!
 

As far as I can recall, foot massage by itself will not include the scrub. You need to avail of a package with foot scrub/foot spa.
While you're at it have a pedi as well!

Another errata:
After a thorough audit and investigation by @jason1975, it was discovered that my recall of numbers and names is unreliable and hazy at best in the presence of gorgeous eye candies.
1. Vietnamese guy from previous trip has been #16 all along. Number didn't change.
2. After a thorough due diligence, #16's name actually is Bird. He pronounced it as "Bot" which made me assume that it's "Boat"
Apologies and rest assured that I will take this time to reflect and ensure accuracy of future trip report 🙂 
Btw, didn't change the fact that #16 is hot!
And thank you @jason1975!
 

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!
 

 

 

Another errata:
After a thorough audit and investigation by @jason1975, it was discovered that my recall of numbers and names is unreliable and hazy at best in the presence of gorgeous eye candies.
1. Vietnamese guy from previous trip has been #16 all along. Number didn't change.
2. After a thorough due diligence, #16's name actually is Bird. He pronounced it as "Bot" which made me assume that it's "Boat"
Apologies and rest assured that I will take this time to reflect and ensure accuracy of future trip report 🙂 
Btw, didn't change the fact that #16 is hot!
And thank you @jason1975!
 

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

Correction: guy#37 was incorrect. His number during my last trip was #17. Apologies.

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

Part 2
It is really a struggle to make an escape from my group at night. A whole day of playing tour guide is enough to get you knackered. So post sunset, even fun feels like a chore. After saying goodnight to my group and telling them I would be out for a massage, I marched my way to Surawong for a proper foot massage. I did not lie. What they do not know is that I went to the bars afterwards (that tiny detail they don't need to know).
First stop was Good Boys, where I (and my wallet) were warmly welcomed by the lovely Emma and Tee. Tee looked much healthier this time, which was a relief after his health scare earlier this year. I was genuinely happy to see him looking well since I have no intention of coming back to the news of outliving my favourite papasan.
I was guided to my usual seat and quickly noticed the low season mood. It was just me and a South Asian lady who I chatted with briefly before she left. For a while, it was only me until a few more customers arrived. The first show started about an hour late, which is standard low season Bangkok timing if you ask me.
Then Boy appeared, my Vietnamese favorite from the last trip. He came over, smiled sleepily, and sat beside me without waiting for an invitation. I did not mind. The roster that night was not exactly inspiring. He looked tired and sleepy, and when I asked why, he mumbled something about being busy during the day.
Nam, one of my previous offs, was also there. He approached our table, clearly drunk, and kept chatting endlessly until Emma had to move him elsewhere because he was becoming a nuisance. Boy explained that a customer had come in earlier and drank with Nam. It all made sense.
Since Boy looked like he could fall asleep sitting up, I told him straight that I was not offing him tonight. He looked disappointed but agreed and asked if he could sit next to me rather than doing the rotation on stage. He mentioned he really wants to go home but apparently they have to pay a certain amount if they do that. I glanced at the uninspiring roster and agreed. It was actually quite nice sitting next to him, cuddled together, with him occasionally giving me a peck or two while I watched the show.
After seeing the gorgeous Mai perform, my longtime crush, and tipping him during his rounds, I decided to move on. I gave Boy a few pink notes and made my way out. Before leaving, I noticed one of the mamasans giving Nam a scolding. Given his drunken state, I doubted it had much effect.
As I stepped outside, I saw the handsome Mai, now fully dressed, seated on the couch by the entrance having dinner. Our gaze met, he smiled warmly, and waved goodbye. Do not judge me, but my forty-something heart fluttered. I admit it.
Not ready to call it a night, I climbed up to Freshboys. They were also feeling the low season, though the crowd was a bit livelier than downstairs. I quickly scanned the roster and locked eyes with number 37, my unfinished business from last trip. He still looked handsome and jacked, but now wearing number 16. Our eyes met, I smiled, he smiled, and he pointed at himself. I nodded, and he made his way over.
“Welcome back,” he said. I asked if he really remembered me, and he replied that I came last Songkran, talked to him, but did not off him. He reminded me that I had promised to off him next time. I chuckled. His memory was sharp. Unlike last time, he was more relaxed and engaging, so I decided to finally keep my word.
As we stepped outside, I opened the app to book a taxi. Boat, his name, asked me where my hotel was, and when I showed him, he said we could walk instead. I was surprised but went along. He turned out to be quite chatty, and we talked the whole way. My opinion of him started to change. Maybe last Songkran was just a misunderstanding.
At the hotel, we showered together, and I spent a good while in bed just admiring his physique while we chatted. The main event was very enjoyable. He really made an effort, took charge, and was sensual and generous with his body. He took his time, unlike previous offs who rushed to finish so they could leave. It was a big plus that he looked even hotter under my bright hotel lighting than in the bar. If only I were alone on this trip, I would have gone long-time with him.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled for a while before he had to leave, making me promise that I would off him again. With his handsome face looking at me intently, I did not have the guts to say no. I promised. And yes, I actually did off him one more time - and I honestly think this will not be the last one.

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!
 

 

 

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!
 

 

 

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!
 

 

 

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!
 

 

 

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!
 

 

 

So last month, I somehow ended up in Bangkok again. Totally unplanned. This time it wasn’t a solo escapade but a five-day work trip with colleagues. Not exactly the setup for fun, since most of my time was spent playing tour guide i.e. temples, markets, rooftop bars, the whole wholesome package. But of course, it’s Bangkok --- ----definitely no way I was leaving without at least a little extracurricular activity and explorations.
Between team dinners and pretending to be a responsible employee, I managed to sneak away a few times. Had to be strategic though, when you’re surrounded by coworkers, timing is everything.
Since it was a short trip and I only managed a few of “personal errands,” I’ll skip the usual daily diary format of my typical report and just share several places/highlight worth talking about.
 
1. Arena
When time’s limited, you don’t experiment. I went with a safe bet: Arena. Always been reliable for me. On a trip like this, a single bad session would’ve been tragic.
This time I picked a masseur named Mark. Good choice, as it turned out. I picked him on instinct. friendly face, confident vibe, and that kind of smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
We headed to the room and chatted a bit. As he stepped out, I assumed it was the usual “go shower alone” routine, so I started undressing. Before I could turn on the water, he looked back and said, “Wait for me we shower together.” I just grinned ------ things were already off to a good start.
He came back and joined me in the shower. What I thought would be a quick rinse turned into something way more enjoyable. He took his time washing , me all over, making it feel both teasing and caring. Not rushed, not mechanical just smooth and natural. When we were done, he even towel-dried me, which honestly was pleasant. Little things like that set the tone.
The massage itself was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but solid. But the rest? That’s where he shined. He knew how to pace things, generous with his body and attention, mixing in just the right amount of playfulness. He whispered a few things in my ear that made me laugh and blush at the same time. And yes, he’s a damn good kisser. The whole thing felt easy and unforced, like we’d known each other longer than an hour.
A few days later, I went back for round two. We’d been messaging a bit in between, so it already felt like a reunion. Second time was even better ...... smoother, more relaxed, and a lot more chemistry.
After the second session, he was very gentlemanly and walked me out of the shop. When the lift doors opened, he suddenly leaned in and gave me a proper kiss on the lips --- like full-on, in broad daylight type. I froze for a second and then rode down in mild shock, grinning like an idiot. Bangkok moments, man.
We’ve been chatting almost every day since. He sends me spicy photos and videos from time to time .....strictly for research purposes, of course.
Still waiting for the inevitable “help me baby” message, but it hasn’t come yet. Instead, he’s been talking about meeting up outside the shop next time, maybe even going away for a few days together. I’m not saying no to that. We talked about daily rate and its within budget.
He’s been sending some sweet, lovey messages lately too. I take it with a grain of salt, but it’s kinda nice, I won’t lie.
All in all, Mark was a great find. unexpected, considering how little free time I had this trip. Definitely seeing him again next time I’m in town. Overall, I think I found gold in Arena!