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It was slightly off-putting, as in the back of my head, that sprawling, sex-craved metropolis was just the place to tick another item off my bucket list. Am I Thai shemale stories sex tourist? I guess all types of horny arseholes somehow justify what they are doing as okay. After a lifetime of marriages and kids and heterosexual relationships, I just wanted to explore my sexuality. I was in Thailand as part of a much larger solo trek through South East Asia. Though, I was there. In Bangkok. Looking for a ladyboy. As I sat in my hotel room pondering my intent, I battled to find clarity.

To reconcile the conflicts of interest, I reached a personal compromise. I would not attend the sleazy street bars where old white men sat smoking, drinking and revelling in the lacklustre attentions of middle-aged Thai prostitutes. No, I was not that type of guy! Instead, I would look for a higher quality sex worker where business was conducted on a more professional and transparent level.

As I sat in gridlocked traffic going nowhere, I had every reason in the world to talk myself out of the adventure I had just set out on. My mind flashed back to when I was 24, living in Sydney and suicidal. I decided the world was too big for me and that leaping from the Steps at the top of the Blue Mountains would be the best way to fly and ease the pain. I got in my car and headed west. I sat behind my steering wheel wondering what the fuck I was doing. I did a U-turn and headed back to the pub. Being stationery, as I discovered that night, can be a grand leveller.

As my taxi driver dropped off yet another sex-starved, over ambitious and under achieving farang at the parlour doorstep, I panicked and walked across the road in the opposite direction. My nerves were wrecked as I watched the ladyboys ka-tois from across the road. Something I had always wanted was there in front of me, but I froze.

I sank another beer and walked across the road to the parlour. The dude I had my eye on was immense. Tall, straight, buxom and with a classic, sexy, late 50s Sophia Loren-type persona. The hair was huge, the eyelashes epic, the blue tight-sequined dress was lavish and the thought of what lay underneath it captivating.

It had a grim-looking single mattress and a half-arsed ceiling fan. Broken English, broken nerves and mild anxiety all contributed negatively. Explaining Thai shemale stories no massage was required was the easy bit, but manning up and asking her if the suck and fuck were on the menu, and how much it cost, was something more surreal.

She wanted Thai Baht for an hour, and I immediately went lower. Once inside, nervous formalities were undertaken and the obligatory shower scene unfolded. I asked if I could undress her before she got in the shower.

It was then that I realised exactly what I had just paid for. She was divine. Curved, smooth and an arse to die for. However, the best was kept till last, as I turned her around to reveal a semi hard 8-inch cock that was mine for the next half hour. As the nerves were swept away by a mixture of raw sexual energy, lust for life and half a Viagra, the fun began.

She was communicative and easy to get along with. I managed to accomplish all the fantasies I had been masturbating over for many years. Some of the hour was a little awkward, especially the part where I misjudged how tight an anus is to fuck. It took all my best efforts to enter and enjoy. Other moments were really funny some of the condoms she pulled out were more like shopping bagsbut overall, the experience was fantastic.

She showered me clean at the end and let me put her underwear back on for her. The ladyboy experience is not for everyone. As we walked out of the hotel foyer and back onto the seedy dimly lit back streets of Bangkok central, she looked across at me and gave me a little wink as if to say thank you. Immediately after that brief but lovely act of closure, I went one way and she the other.

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My First Experience with a Ladyboy in Bangkok