Tag Archives: Pattaya

Fi Suay

Several years ago I nailed Xmas lights to the roof of my house in Pattaya. Ours was the only one on Moo 9 celebrating the winter holiday on Pearl Harbor Day. The rest of the farangs were too mean-hearted to pursue any happiness other than the emptiness of sex, drugs, and golf. I spoke to […]

THE TASTE OF SOUR GRAPES by Peter Nolan Smith

Thailand is about twenty-one hours away from the United States. Most Americans only have two weeks annual holiday and few of my friends or family traveled to the Orient, but in the summer of 2001 my dear cousin Bish was eager to visit the Last Babylon and I took the bus up to meet Bish. […]

AUGUST 13, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

Last night while we lay naked in bed, Alice requested to have her hands to be bound behind her back. I found a ten-foot cord and forced her onto her belly. She stretched her arms back and I looped the rope around her wrists. I entered her with a steely hardness and we fucked for […]

THE AMNESIA OF ME by Peter Nolan Smith

Eight years ago I was sitting on Pattaya’s notorious Soi 6 listening to SOMEBODY TO LOVE. As I grooved to the Jefferson Airplane’s hit, a trio of sub-20 Thai girls had invited me to visit an upstairs short-time room. “You sexy man. How old you? 40?” asked the youngest. Even through beer goggles my mirror […]

Thai Perfection or Lak-sa-na-tee-dee

The Standard English joke about the perfect girlfriend is that her father owned a pub, she’s 3′4″ with a flat head so you can put your beer on her. Simple needs, but in Thailand more than likely your girlfriend’s father is distilling moonshine lao khao or rice whiskey, she’s 5-3, and there is no way […]