the third sex

O’s eyes opened wide and her sweet little rosebud of a mouth dropped open

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I had an email from a member during the week saying that he and his wife were coming to Bangkok and they would be looking for a ladyboy for some three-way fun. I found that a very refreshing request, somehow. I particularly liked the way in which the man’s wife is keen to find out about ladyboys, and in the fact they are both clearly intrigued by the beauty and eroticism of the third sex.

This is not the first time I’ve been asked for advice on this matter, but it doesn’t happen very often. The more usual request is from members who say they are coming to Thailand with their wives and how can they make a quick connection with a ladyboy while the missus is out shopping.

That is okay by me, and I help wherever I can. Over the years I have seen so many married couples trudging through Patpong, with the husband looking obediently straight ahead and the wife wearing a grim “I’m being very broad-minded about this but you’ll get hell from me later if I see you enjoying yourself, my hubby” expression that I’m always happy when the poor wretch makes a temporary break for it.

Although I wrote on this page the other day that ladyboys are not into other ladyboys and they are not into girls either, it is not too difficult if you go into the bars to find a ladyboy who will put on a lesbian display with a friend, or go with a male-female couple. You simply have to ask the mamasan, who will know what all of her charges are capable of doing.

From there, of course, it is up to you and the individual ladyboy. If she is in full working order, then anything should be possible. Too much hormone intake however can easily rob her of the ability to really get it up, although understanding and a little gentle coercian can often overcome this. Failing that, Viagra is easily available in Bangkok, and the offer of a tab might resolve the problem. Although, of course, if you have any qualms about offering someone medication, don’t even think about it.

But, I stress, check it out first to avoid disappointment. I remember asking Schoolgirl O if she had ever made love to a genetic girl. O’s eyes opened wide and her sweet little rosebud of a mouth dropped open.

“No!” she gasped, in much the same way she might have responded if I had asked her if she had ever assassinated a member of the Thai government.