the third sex

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One thing I really enjoy doing is going shopping for lingerie and sexy clothing for the models. Now, you really need to have a thick skin for this.

Although I am perfectly content browsing through the underwear section of my local department store, looking for tights, stockings, panties and nighties, from time to time I look up and realise that one or two of the store girls are gazing at me with some amusement.

I know I don’t look like the conventional husband buying sexy stuff for his wife: that kind of buyer tends to be in and out the underwear department as quickly as he can, and in a state of some embarrassment. Whereas I spend a long time browsing, in deep concentration, as I weigh up the possibilities of certain colours (the wrong colour can play havoc with skin tones – avoid orange, for a start) and see-through qualities. I go through all the racks, and the discount bins, and whatever else takes my fancy, and end up with a pile of goodies. I’m not sure what the staff think of me.

I also go to the tiny little shops in Patpong that sell stuff to the go-go dancers and bar girls. You can get some really sexy clothing there, and cheaply too, although of course as a farang I get hit up for prices far higher than the girls pay. Never mind – it’s like being let loose in a sweet shop. Again, I spend ages in the shops.

My least favourite kind of shop however is those that specialise in sex toys. There aren’t any in Thailand – they simply aren’t allowed, oddly enough. So whenever I’m in London I go to one of the well-known shops and buy a few things, but not only are they ferociously expensive they are also completely unsexy.

I browse through the racks of leatherwear and whips and costumes and dildos, and I don’t feel even a twinge. It all leaves me completely unmoved. I buy what I think will look good, then make my way home again. Sometimes it photographs well, other times I try it once then leave it at the back of the wardrobe.

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A couple of weeks ago I was in Pattaya, and I hired a jeep. Anyone who has been to this oceanside city will know exactly what I mean by “jeep”. These are locally fabricated bodies mounted on a pickup chassis, and with their overblown design and size plus their garish paintwork they look like a jeep on steroids.

Personally, I don’t much like these things. Apart from looking like Hell on wheels, they drive badly. They are sloppy to handle, and I don’t have much confidence in the maintenance work they receive. I remember once putting my foot on the brake as we approached a traffic light, and the driver’s seat shot backwards and nearly had me flat on my back.

But they do photograph well. Especially with a ladyboy in the frame. And I wanted to take young Suzie from Hi! Boss bar out for a spin and some photo taking in the countryside: you can find plenty of greenery and little lanes just outside the city limits.

So off we went, and I eventually found a field where I could park the jeep under some trees and get busy with the camera. I photographed her in the jeep, with her pants down, and in various poses. Then I wanted her to jack off. And she needed no encouragement by this time: I had been having trouble stopping her until I was ready for that sequence.

So she sprawled back in the driver’s seat and began. She has a good, big, thick dick, even though she is not an especially big girl. I got busy with the camera. She began to approach the magic moment.

Then I heard voices. I looked along the little path that ran between the trees, and there were two farm workers approaching. Now, although this is Thailand, there are some things you don’t do in public, and one of them is sit in your car wanking off.

I looked at Suzie, and just at that moment she shot a huge load. So much in fact that it spurted right over her face.

She managed to flip her skirt over her hot sticky dick and compose herself just in time, as the two workers passed the jeep with a cheery “sawadee kap!”

“Sawadee ka!” she replied.

It was only when the two workers were out of earshot that I pointed out to Suzie that she still had cum all over her hair and dripping off her chin.

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Those of you who have been following my photosets for some time know that I like to finish with the ladyboy model spurting cum over herself, something that I personally find intensely exciting to watch and judging by the emails I get, so do many others.

Now, you may feel that a ladyboy ejaculating to order is a simple enough business. I demur. Believe me, I demur.

First of all, let’s take the obvious point that many ladyboys take female hormones. Over time, these have a beautifying effect, making skin smoother and glossier, pumping up bosoms and bottoms, and making the figure softer and more feminine.

But the hormones also have a deadly effect on the dick, making it slower to rise to the occasion and shoot a load. Semen, when it comes from a young ladyboy with no or minimal hormone intake, is a very fine sight: hot, white and plentiful. It also tastes delicious, having a creamy, nutty, salty, slightly acrid flavour that slips down a treat.

As the hormones exert their pull, not only does the quantity ease up but the whiteness begins to disappear. Instead, there is a colourless liquid that looks and tastes somewhat like the white of a raw egg. It is better than nothing, but not very exciting.

Eventually, after several years of solid hormone taking, the semen will cease to be there, and the ladyboy’s penis will have shrivelled to such a degree that she is scarcely aware of it. At this stage, it is not surprising that so many ladyboys have a sex-change operation. Not only have they become so female that they believe the penis to be an abnormality, they no longer have a use for it.

But back to a conventional set-up, with a ladyboy still raring to go.

Most of the models I photograph I am meeting for the first time. Most of them are nervous, not having met me before, and aware that a camera can strip away their artiface and reveal whatever imperfections they have, or think they have. A photoshoot lasts less than an hour. I usually work in the afternoon, and the weather is hot. The big studio lights I use tend to take away any feeling of intimacy.

She lays on her back, or sits in a chair, pulling away with someone standing over her with a camera. Well, how would you feel?

A bit of encouragement is often needed, and I am happy to help out. Usually, as most of my models are young and not too far gone with the hormones, we get there. A hot spurt is immensely satisfying, not just for the ladyboy, but for me also: and spare a thought for poor old me, hunched over the model with my camera, waiting to try and catch the elusive moment when she lets fly. Believe me, semen shoots fast: even when I take a video and play back the moment of orgasm, one flicker and it is gone.

Afterwards of course, if the result is plentiful, it is a pleasure to linger over the whole sticky mess, and to photograph the penis slowly returning to normal size.

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Many ladyboys understand the fact that a lot of men like their women to act slutty, and they build up a persona of the teenage slut that would be hard for anyone to resist.

I well remember a young ladyboy friend who used to dress in a tennis skirt and trainers with white socks, and who had a knock-knee stance that brought me out in a hot flush. She was small and super-cute, and to tease me she would flip up her tiny skirt and display her beknickered little bottom, slowly pulling down her panties halfway before springing away from my grasp, giggling. The little minx.

I also find that dressing suitable ladyboys as schoolgirls brings out the tease in them, and that suddenly they start to speak in a lisping little-girl manner, give me shy little under-the-eyelash glances, and sit in a sprawling manner so that their panties can be clearly seen. When the uniforms come off, the white socks stay on, and the necktie too, if they are wearing one. Somehow they know instinctively that this is fantastically arousing.

I remember a genetic girl asking me once, what did I find so exciting about ladyboys. I told her that ladyboys know how everything works, that they understand what is a turn-on, and how to fulfil fantasies. My GG friend couldn’t really understand too well what I was saying. To her, being a girl was enough. Surely, all that men wanted was simply to have sex? Not so, I said. There is an enormous need for fantasy as well. If your fantasy is to be with a gorgeous little schoolgirl who acts in the most slutty way before revealing herself to be a boy, then so be it. It takes all sorts.

I also tried to explain the forbidden fruit aspect. Many young GGs know instinctively how to tease, but it stops there. You don’t get to have actual sex with them. But with a ladyboy, you know that along with the teasing, sex will certainly follow. Ladyboys don’t refuse sex. They still have the sex-drive of a male, and will be as excited as you at the thought of what is about to happen. Plus, they will be enthralled to see how you are falling for their feminine charms and their come-hither act.

I remember once taking photographs in a riverside park in Bangkok. My ladyboy model, Cherie, was very young and innocent looking. She jumped down next to the water, just out of sight of the people in the park, and promptly yanked her jeans down so that I had an eyeful of her pert, pale little bottom. Then she went into giggles as I gave an involuntary impression of a landed fish, eyes bulging and mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

On another occasion with another ladyboy, during one hot afternoon when she had stopped by and found my maid was still in the apartment working, she asked if she could take a shower. I sat working at my computer, while she showered and then emerged dressed only in a towel. I watched her, hot with desire, as she sauntered past and went into the kitchen. My maid was out on the balcony, watering the plants. My ladyboy friend gave me a sultry look, turned her back on me, dropped her towel, and then with both hands gently parted the cheeks of her bottom, laughing as I almost went into meltdown at my keyboard. Just in time, she grabbed the towel as my maid entered the room with her watering can.

Yes, of course, GGs do all this and more. But ladyboys sometimes do it better.

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A ladyboy friend announced to me the other day that her young brother had decided he would become a ladyboy. How old is he, I asked. “Twelve,” she said.

I asked her why he had made the decision, when he hadn’t even reached puberty.

Instead of giving me the reply that I expected, that he felt his career expectations would be better if he changed his sex (regular readers will remember this theme), she simply said: “He thinks can have more fun that way.”

I asked her what kind of fun. “Oh, go out, party, disco, lots of friends, try on makeup, buy clothes, go with friends to beach, go singing dancing, have good time.”

But couldn’t he do that as a boy?

She looked at me as if I simply didn’t get it. “Yes, he could, but if ladyboy, someone else pay for him. Ladyboy can always have good time for free. Boys take them, sometimes boyfriend give money, sometimes have fan [lover] pay everything. Then not have to worry about money.”

I’m sure this was not the only reason that the boy had decided on his future life course, but I can see that it would have influenced him hugely, especially as he has a big and very attractive “sister” who seems to do pretty well out of being a ladyboy.

Thais love to have fun, and even in the provincial towns there is a whole world of nightlife to be enjoyed. For the youngsters, the fun they have is much better if no sense of responsibility is involved, and they can just party on without having to worry about money.

Then of course there is the dressing up, and the makeup, and the theatricality of being a ladyboy. There is the excitement of being part of a minority group that rebels against conventional society. The reflected glamour of being allowed backstage at the ladyboy beauty contests and the cabaret shows, of which there are a huge number throughout Thailand, and of tagging along for supper after the show or the bar closes.

The sexuality side of things will not really be considered by a young ladyboy, because he probably won’t really understand it. By the time he does, it will appear normal behaviour: especially if he has begun taking female hormones. And especially when he sees how easily money can be made.

When you compare this life of perceived fun to the lot of the ordinary young working-class Thai male, with his ripped jeans and rubber flip-flops and his paltry wages, you can just about begin to see what attracts so many youngsters to joining the third sex.