19th April, 2011 – At Home by the Lake in East Pattaya.

3 months 19 Days – still sober

What Mobi did

What happened yesterday was, in way, good for me. It was a good test of my resolve to stay sober and, although I did feel somewhat tempted, in the end  I was strong enough not to give in. I reasoned that although I wanted to have a drink to calm down my slightly shattered nerves, I also realised that it would be such a stupid thing to do after all the effort I have put in to get to where I am today, in terms of sobriety. Furthermore, I reasoned that if I did get drunk, it would solve nothing; I would feel terrible afterwards (physically and mentally) and the lapse would either start me on yet another drinking period in my life or I would have to start all over again on a new, sober path. I even considered getting drunk and not telling anyone! I know, its plain stupid, but that’s the way we alcoholics think, sometimes.

So now, although my mental state is not great, I feel I have kicked the temptation to drink and I will get through this little hiccup in my recovery. I am not yet ready to tell you what has been going on to disturb my equilibrium, as it may turn out to be nothing; I think there is a 50/50 chance of that. I will continue to check and make sure of my facts before proceeding further.


Let me see, where was I? Well, yesterday was my second foray to illicit dens of iniquity in as many days, but I’m afraid that the first is now a distant memory so I will just concentrate on what happened yesterday. As I have stated elsewhere, I wasn’t in the best of spirits when I started my journey, made worse by the effing brat who plastered my car with white paste as I drove around the lake towards Nern PlubWan.

There was a cop redirecting traffic near Nern Plub Wan – presumably due to some Songkran revelling, and I was diverted into a side road. Normally this is a signal for me to get hopelessly lost as most of the sub-sois in this part of East Pattaya have an annoying habit of twisting and winding their way through numerous estates and local communities before ending up in dead ends.

But yesterday my luck changed and to my joy and delight I discovered that this particular sub -soi turned out to be a short cut to my favourite short time bar. There wasn’t a vehicle in sight as I parked up and entered the establishment, fully expecting the assembled female multitudes to descend upon me. To my disappointment, there were only three girls there, but what the hell? I only needed two!! In the end I settled for one by the most unusual name of Ella!! I had first met Ella way back last year, soon after moving back to the Lake from Jomtien  and she was the very first girl to share my Lakeside bed. In fact, I think she was the only one to share my Lakeside bed before little Noo moved in. (Maybe soon to move out). I did write about her in my blog at the time – I was pissed out of my mind and passed out without screwing her.   Then at the crack of dawn, she made a quick exit, leaving my place on foot to go God knows where after she had received an early morning phone call from some unnamed admirer. ( Mobi’s Blog, 18th October, 2010 )

So ever since, although I quite liked her, I had avoided renewing my acquaintance with her. But needs must and she was the only decent looking girl in sight.

Ella is about 28 and hails from Chiang Mai. She is not beautiful, but has a cute, pretty face, a lovely, unblemished, full body, (no babies), pert little breasts, a wonderful ,fleshy bum and very white skin. I have often seen her alone at the bar when most of her friends have been taken out. It seems that most farangs prefer girls with darker skins. As far as I’m concerned, I couldn’t care a less what the colour of their skin is – it’s the whole package that matters and the skin can be anything from silky white to jet black; a beautiful girl is a beautiful girl and the skin colour is totally irrelevant – it’s the overall effect that I look for. Dark skinned girls can be very sexy and alluring, but so can their whiter skinned cousins from Chiang Mai and the like.

I reminded Ella of our last little get together out by the lake and she was amazed that I still remembered. Anyway, she was in a very friendly mood and was soon directing my hands to her pleasure areas and it wasn’t long before she was grinding away on my lap, my finger in her yum yum and her hand massaging my little Nong Chai who was growing bigger by the second.

In all, I played with Ella for an hour or so and she was getting hornier and drunker and I was getting excited, but not enough to do anything about it. In the end, I decided it was time for pastures new, so I wished her a happy Songkran and repaired to my other regular whoring establishment – the one off Soi Siam Country Club.

My favourite 20 year old was there in all her delectable glory; the ravishing Dow from Surin. She is such a gorgeous looking lady – I have already written about her a few days back, (X-Files, 9April, 2011: Mobi’s blog – 9th April), so I won’t try to outdo myself in superlatives but will just remind you that for me – she is perfect; perfect body size, perfect legs, perfect face and a lovely, happy personality. I sat on a bar stool and she sat opposite me on another bar stool and slid her hands up my shorts and gave me such pleasures that the last vestiges of my bad mood were well and truly banished . Then my older lady-friend, Fon, appeared and proceeded to massage me from behind. Between the two of them they were really getting me going, but just as Fon had succeeded in wrestling my fly zipper to the vulnerable position, a farang friend, who I hadn’t seen for a quite a while, appeared at the bar and my innate shyness took over and the zipper was returned to the off limits position.

My friend joined me and the two girls at the bar and we had a very long conversation. The girls continued to minister to my nether regions but avoided any blatant, overt fondling until at long last, he had a phone call and disappeared into the distance to chat in private. Fon lost no time in attacking my zipper and such was my state of arousal after several hours of fondling and titillation that it didn’t take long to complete the dirty act, and return an ever shrinking Nong Chai back from whence he had come; well before my friend reappeared at the bar at the conclusion of his phone call.

It was getting late, later than I have been out in many a week and I decided to call it a day and return to my waiting Noo. She seemed a bit bothered by my late arrival and commented that she hadn’t seen my car parked at my regular bar. I explained the blindingly obvious that she didn’t see it because I had gone elsewhere. She said: ‘Oh’.

We went inside and she was so solicitous of my welfare and looked so sexy in her shorty, sheer night dress that it wasn’t long before I was getting horny again. One thing led to another and much against my better judgment I discovered that there is life in the old dog (and Nong Chai), yet…..

Poetry through music

How about something old and something new?

This is an old song, Make you Feel My Love, written long ago by the legendary Bob Dylan and recently covered by the unbelievable singer/songwriter sensation, Adele, who has recently exploded onto the pop music scene.

I have no need to write anything about Dylan whose songs will truly last forever, but just a note about Adele who garnered her first Grammy for best song 2 years ago and who although normally performs her own songs, found this old Dylan song and put her own stamp on it. The result is a delicious, heart- rendering love song with great, lyrical lyrics.


Make you Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face,
and the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
and there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
to make you feel my love.

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet,
but I would never do you wrong.
I’ve known it from the moment that we met,
no doubt in my mind where you belong.

I’d go hungry; I’d go black and blue,
and I’d go crawling down the avenue.
No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
to make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
and on the highway of regret.
Though winds of change are throwing wild and free,
you ain’t seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn’t do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
to make you feel my love
to make you feel my love

Listen to Adele here: Make me Feel My Love

Here’s a military butt to close out today’s blog

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