Home and away – the mouse must play… grrr…but cathouses are a little bit dangerous…

4 Months, 11 days – still sober.

Temptations of the flesh

The demon drink…..

Ever since a certain incident with the lovely Noo, which actually turned out to be nothing at all, my attempts to remain a one gal guy, seem to have taken a bit of a beating. I have tried to analyse my behaviour and I think what happened is that I was starting to have quite strong feelings for Noo, and when I thought that she might have been up to something I started to feel the familiar hurt pangs in my heart, and more importantly, the stirrings in my desire to have a drink.

I wrote about all this at the time and also wrote that the drink urge was quickly conquered and ever since I have felt very strong and resolute in my resolve to remain sober.  In a strange way, I am grateful for being put through this little test, as it told me that I can resist the temptation if I put my mind to it, and come out the other side feeling even better and stronger. I recall similar, testing events during the early days of me giving up smoking, some 30 years ago.


On the day that I felt like a drink, I sought advice from a good friend who has known me for over 40 years and knows about my life and my alcoholism. He gave me some advice. He suggested that if I really felt like a drink then I should buy myself a good quality bottle of wine, take it home, sit out by my pool with a good book, consider my life, finish the bottle and go to bed. The key factors in this advice were: if I was at home I would be unable to drink more than the single bottle, and – crucially – I wouldn’t have to drink and drive.

By the time I had received his advice, I no longer wanted to have a drink, so it was a bit ironic that he was actually suggesting that I break my 4 month spell of sobriety. He meant well but I realised that it was not good advice and made me feel that he had sort of given up on me and didn’t believe that I could remain sober. So he decided to do a ‘damage limitation’ exercise. I suppose knowing me as well as he did, and knowing about all my previous failed attempts to remain sober, he feared the worst.

Anyway, I am glad about all these events as I feel I have come out of them stronger and with ever more resolve. Indeed, whereas during my previous forays to bars, I used to sometimes watch my drinking pals downing their beers or whiskies and feel a little envy, I now find that I feel absolutely nothing. In fact I am barely aware that they are drinking or what they are drinking. My mind is on other things.

Temptations of the flesh

The devil Woman…

So I seem to have put my growing feelings for Noo into a dusty little drawer somewhere and I am reverting to my previous predilection to meet and play with the beautiful young ladies of Sin City, many of whom are not at all dissimilar to those who grace the daily pages of my blog. Yesterday I decided to have a naughty day. For quite a while I restricted these activities to a weekend, and often only a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon at a lakeside bar with a friend, and maybe  a couple of ladies’ drinks if there happened to be any likely thirsty damsels around.

But lately I have been having a number of long sessions in a series of infamous establishments. I decided it was time to go and see my avatar look-alike – Om by name, who worked in one of the discreet Jomtien establishments. To my disappointment, she was nowhere to be seen and several of the other girls were quick to tell me that she had not been at work for several days. Ah well, another one hits the dust – I thought – even though I was also quite broken hearted at the very idea that she must be shacked up with some other barbarian.


Hiding my distress, I soon found another lovely young damsel and it wasn’t long before we had our hands intertwined on each other’s respective no go areas. Several drinks and a couple of groping hours later, who should suddenly turn up for work – none other than the gorgeous Om. (Someone must have told her that the love of her life was waiting for her.) Om was looking prettier than ever and despite my best attempts to be angry with her, it wasn’t long before she had her pretty little hand up one trouser leg, and my other lady had her hand up the other.

She told me she had been to Korat as her brother had to go to court and had asked her to accompany him. She said that she had only just got back to Pattaya. Who knows if she was telling the truth – but full marks for an original story  – and quite frankly I didn’t really care. Love is so fickle. Anyway, we were both into each other big time. Although I resisted the temptation to take her to a  private room, I soon discovered that her yum yum had been shorn of its protective pelt. Upon enquiry, she told me that the club had held a party the previous Saturday and she had been required to perform a naked lesbian act in the Jacuzzi, and the mamasan had told her to shave it all off. Personally I like a bit of minge on the pussy – to me it’s very sexy – so she promised to grow it back as quickly as possible!

I joking asked her how many men she had fucked at the party. She thought about this for a few seconds and said: ‘One!’ I was surprised as I had fully expected her to be full of the usual innocent denials, but no, she came right out and told me. You have to respect any whore who tells you how many men she has fucked! (Mobi’s first rule of whore-mongering…)


Time was getting on and I wanted to meet up with Rick for a few prayers at the Church, but I was finding it hard to drag myself away from this little bundle, who was dripping with sheer sexuality. I suggested that before I leave, she do a strip-tease on the top of the bar. At first she was all shyness and innocence but eventually, after she realised that the redoubtable Mobi really did want it, she acceded and went off to arrange the music.  

She did a two song set, during which, her little body gyrated with such sexual allure that any lesser man would have had an orgasm on the spot. Firstly, her figure hugging, red mini-dress came off to reveal an extremely curvy, sensuous lithe brown body of pure delight. This was followed by her bra, which revealed the pert-est little breasts I have ogled in many a year, and finally, towards the close of the second song, she seductively removed her little panties, and there she was in all her glory – a figure of astonishing, mouth-watering, sexual beauty. The crowded bar hooted and whistled and as the music faded, Om suddenly leaped off the bar into my waiting lap her legs akimbo around my waist and pressed her sweaty naked body close to me as the cheering continued. If I had had a heart attack at that very moment, I would have died with an enormous smile on my face…..

I finally managed to drag myself away and I took one of the back ways home, via Soi Kow Talo, thence to Kow Noi. As I drove down Kow Noi, I decided to have a quick stop at one of my more raunchy haunts. I have written about this particular establishment before – it is the one where all the girls are nicker-less. They are distinctly ‘third drawer’ ladies, but they tend to make up for that in their raunchiness and their propensity for making a quick beeline to the essential organs of the male anatomy. Since my last visit, the place had gained a DJ and a go-go stage. So I was treated to loud, shrill, techno babble, and to make matters worse, no sooner had I bought a particularly raunchy, nicker-less lady a drink, than a dirty, smelly, unshaven Belgium manager walked over and told her it that it was her turn to go and dance for ten minutes.

The place was almost empty and there were several girls sitting around without customers – yet he chose to piss me off by getting the one girl earning money to go and dance. He either hates handsome, debonair charming Brits like Mobi, or he is just a total effing moron. Either way, I paid up and left, never to return. Another customer lost.


I was overdue to make obeisance on the altar of atonement, so I quickly drove to Church, where the female servers were gathered in their full religious regalia to escort me into the holy chapel of innocence and away from the heat, dust and debauchery of the teeming streets beyond.

Rick was already in attendance and I joined him at the altar of eroticism, while the delectable serving girls wrapped their lips around my various orifices. It was truly a spiritual moment – in fact I think I might have finally found my spiritual ‘Higher Power’.

‘PholoenMobi‘ must be well pleased….

Maybe that is why I am still sober….

Poetry in Music

Here’s a dark song if ever there was one. Written by Arcade fire and  covered magnificently and dramatically by Peter Gabriel last year in his new album, ‘Scratch My Back’; this is not a song for the feint hearted or the suicidally-inclined. In January, 2010 I was feeling very suicidal, as death seemed the only way I could obtain some kind of blessed relief from my inner turmoil, pain and sense of hopelessness. Thank the lord I didn’t come across this song then as it may have provided me the impetus to take that final irrevocable step.

And then, dear readers, you wouldn’t have had the pleasure of more than 12 months of Mobi’s blog musings.

Enjoy the power of these  inspired lyrics, but don’t get too depressed.

My Body Is A Cage

My body is a cage that keeps me

From dancing with the one I love

But my mind holds the key

My body is a cage that keeps me

From dancing with the one I love

But my mind holds the key

I’m standing on a stage

Of fear and self-doubt

It’s a hollow play

But they’ll clap anyway

My body is a cage that keeps me

From dancing with the one I love

But my mind holds the key

You’re standing next to me

My mind holds the key

I’m living in an age

That calls darkness light

Though my language is dead

Still the shapes fill my head

I’m living in an age

Whose name I don’t know

Though the fear keeps me moving

Still my heart beats so slow

My body is a cage that keeps me

From dancing with the one I love

But my mind holds the key

You’re standing next to me

My mind holds the key

My body is a

My body is a cage

We take what we’re given

Just because you’ve forgotten

That don’t mean you’re forgiven

I’m living in an age

That screams my name at night

But when I get to the doorway

There’s no one in sight

My body is a cage that keeps me

From dancing with the one I love

But my mind holds the key

You’re standing next to me

My mind holds the key

Set my spirit free

Set my spirit free

Set my body free

Now listen to Peter Gabriel, a musical genius, at the top of his form:  My Body is a cage

BUTT….BUTT…

2 thoughts on “Home and away – the mouse must play… grrr…but cathouses are a little bit dangerous…”

  1. Well Mobi, you’ve finally found your Higher Power in the Church, I thought the fateful day might never arrive. Somehow though I have a feeling that’s not quite the HP the first fellows of AA had experienced and gave them sustained and contented abstinence. I must say you’ve haven’t succeeded in goading me as I am taking a bit of vicarious pleasure from your adventures, further more I’m not the zealot you think I am. Live and let live, God may drive them out of AA but booze usually drives them back in.

    Hat’s off to you Mobi on your continued sobriety, if, you happen to drink again, even with the high resolve of today, AA is still here and will be.

    Many more “prayers” at the church, maybe in a few months I”ll join you and enjoy the physical awakenings you’ve been achieving on a daily basis!

    ~Pholoen

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