April 16th – Songkran still going strong in Pattaya – Mobi still at home.

3 Months, 16 days – still sober.

What Mobi did

Yesterday my little Noo went to play Songkran again in Pattaya and after I finished my blog, I decided to go out and spend a few hours being naughty. Once a week doesn’t seem to be too bad and it is certainly a big improvement on what used to be a daily activity until I met Noo.

After I had sated myself in the company of a number lovely, nubile ladies, I met up with a couple of friends for an hour before going home to my waiting Noo.

My x-rated exploits are narrated below, so those of a more delicate disposition can give the next section a miss.


Not quite as manic as last Friday, (yes, this seems to be settling into a weekly foray), but certainly as good, if not better.

It was around 3.30 and I was feeling a bit peckish so I headed off for my place off Nern Plub Wan for a bite to eat and a breast or two to fondle.

This particular place always has a collection of some of the best looking girls around. The turnover these days is quite high as it seems to have become quite popular spot for  wife-seeking farangs, but the management seems to be quite adept at obtaining suitable replacements to keep the business going and ensure the punters keep coming. (In more ways than one..)

Friday afternoon would usually be fairly busy with a smattering of married men, popping in for a quick bit of fun, before returning home to their beloveds, so I was pleasantly surprised when I pulled up outside to find the place bereft of vehicles. Sure enough, when I entered the bar I found at least a dozen girls and no punters. They were either in Pattaya playing their stupid water games or they had left town until the festivities were over. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t complaining as I had the place to myself.

One delightful young thing, in a sheer, figure hugging red mini-dress with a hem that settled just below her crotch, revealing the most wonderfully alluring legs I had seen in many a day, led me to my seat at the bar. She wasn’t beautiful but she had one of those cute Thai faces that just oozes sex and I wasted no time in buying her a drink. She returned with a beer and wrapped her glorious legs around my lap and kissed me smack on my lips before starting to fondle my nether regions to check if my ‘Nong Chai’ (younger brother) was still sleeping. He was asleep but was slowly stirring.

Another lady approached us. This one was wearing a short, virgin white mini-dress; she had a truly beautiful face, but she had a much fuller figure, than that of my companion. But she was still beautiful, young and sexy. It turned out that she knew me, (what’s new?). I didn’t recognise her at first, but she reminded me of the establishment where she used to ply her trade and I eventually recalled her face from a few years back – and no doubt countless whores ago. She seemed so pleased to see me, that I couldn’t resist her lovely smile and decided to do the decent thing and buy her a beer for old time’s sake.

It was time to eat, so I ordered some food. Ten minutes later a gorgeous, slim young lady in a black micro dress that seemed to have more holes in it than cloth, delivered a plate of food to me at the bar. This third lady was the best of the three – she was slim with lovely ample breasts and smooth, incredibly slim legs and one of the most pert little bottoms I have felt in many a day… I invited her to join the party and bought her a beer.

As I slowly ate my rice and chicken, we got down to some serious partying; the three girls were starting their third beer and were getting quite tipsy. The first lady in the red dress suddenly bent down and removed her nickers and led my hand to her bushy mound, and within seconds my wet fingers told me that she was very horny.  In the meantime, the third lady, who was a little reserved at the start of our little party, (I had previously placed my hand over her pert little bum and let my fingers gradually find their way, under her crotch to her yum yum, but she quickly pulled my hand away before I had reached her little pot of gold), was now actively encouraging me to do things to her yum yum, via the back entrance, that had me, Mobi – frankly – shocked!!

I had a serious problem. My left hand was engaged in rogering the yum yum of the lady in the red dress and my right was engulfing the pert bum and yum yum of the slim lady in the black dress. How was I going to eat? The beautiful, but plump-ish lady in the white dress solved the problem by spoon-feeding me as I groped.

Food over, the music was cranked up a notch or two and my ladies started dancing. The lady in red lifted her dress above her thighs and gyrated to the music, showing off her delicious yum yum to the assembled crowd. The lady in white pressed her body to me from the back and the slim, lady in black body-hugged me from the front, while dancing to the up-tempo music, whole at the same time kissing me passionately. Suddenly, she unbuttoned my shirt and sucked my nipples.

It was all too much for this ageing reprobate; I was starting to sweat so I decided it was time to move on. Why? Who knows, but I certainly had no intention of bedding any of them and I just decided that enough was enough. In my drinking days I would have joined them beer for beer, and would probably have stayed for many more hours getting completely drunk and spending a small fortune. But the new, sober Mobi enjoyed the fun for a while and then decided that it was time to move on.

I told the cute thing in the black dress that I might see her again tomorrow.

She asked me, ‘What time?’

‘About 3 pm.’

‘No, come at 1pm.’


‘There’s a man coming at 3, who is taking me out for the weekend.’

‘Oh – your boyfriend?’

‘No, he’s just taking me on a ‘long time’ for Songkran.’

‘In that case maybe I’ll see you next week.’

Move on I did to another place that I went to last week – the place where I was surrounded by three girls who made me an offer I found impossible to resist. This time however, although like the previous bar it was devoid of customers, it was also pretty much devoid of ladies. They had all gone home for Songkran. Anyway, I ordered my customary Diet Coke at the bar, and suddenly two of my younger lady friends  appeared out of the wood work. They were both very young, and neither had borne any kids so their bodies were unblemished. They were adorable and both approached me as I sat on my high bar stool and cuddled me warmly while burying their lovely little heads deep in my chest. We didn’t do much. I just sat there and they leaned against me and cuddled me. It was a pleasant, peaceful half hour after the pandemonium at the previous bar. My companions were quite content to cuddle me, to give me the occasional kiss, and sip their lady’s drinks. It was nice and comforting; a time for reflection.

Then I went to see a couple of friends.

Poetry in Music

Today’s song is the incredibly successful,  ‘If Tomorrow Never Comes’, written by Garth Brooks and Kent Blazy.

It was only a few years back when I realised that the Ronan Keating version of this song which  took the UK and much of the world, (excluding the USA)  by storm, back in 2002 was, in fact, a cover version.

The original was co-written and sung by Garth Brooks, the great American Country singer who took it to the top of the American country music charts, way back in 1989.

Both versions of the song are beautifully sung, but I have to say that there is no doubt in my mind that the Garth Brooks version is superior. Whenever I have played the Brooks version to people in Thailand, who have only previously heard the Keating version, they look at me in wonder, and agree that it is much better.

The words are indeed a poem, not an unusual event in country music, although so many lyrics in this music genre are pretty saccharine, to say the least.

If Tomorrow Never Comes, however, is in a league of its own, and once again, the song ‘rings so many bells’ with me personally. Remember, you never know what may happen tomorrow, so make sure that you tell the ones who are most dear to you in your life that you love them, or it might be too late….

If Tomorrow Never Comes

Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She’s lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart

If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she’s my only one
If my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes

‘Cause I’ve lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there’s no second chance
To tell her how I feel

If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she’s my only one
If my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes

So tell that someone that you love
Just what you’re thinking of
If tomorrow never comes

What do you think?

Here is Ronan’s version: Ronan Keating:  If Tomorrow Never Comes

And here is Garth’s version:  Garth Brooks:  If Tomorrow Never Comes

(Sorry about the irrelevant video with Garth’s version, (it is from a movie called The Letter – a real tear-jerker if there was one…); it is the only video featuring Brooks that I can find on You Tube, they seem to have removed all the ‘official versions’).

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