the third sex

I set myself something of a record during the week. A ladyboy visitor was in the door and out again within 15 minutes, business all done to mutual satisfaction. Admittedly, I had been without company for a week or so, owing to various work pressures, and I was in desperate need. And judging by the rock-hard erection that popped out of my young visitor’s pants as soon as she arrived in my living room, she also had a reserve of energy built up and ready to let fly. But the sexual explosion that occurred left even me shaken by its intensity. She had been a little tiger. In a daze, I watched her wriggle back into her clothes. She was going off to a family event, and departed with a smile and a wave. I looked at the clock. It was 15 minutes since I had opened the door to let her in.

One of the reasons people become addicted to ladyboys is the intense sexual rush, the high-energy burst of sensuality. I’m talking about ladyboys who haven’t hobbled their instincts with too many female hormones, who are biologically male but have a natural female persona. When the mechanism is male, there is no desire to hold back, to be “female” about sexual action. The urge is as desperate as your own. Encounters tend to be brief and frantic. Small wonder that eventually, after a number of experiences with the better class of ladyboy, the idea of sex with a genetic girl can take second place in terms of importance.

What do you do after the act, however? It is going to be a while, a few hours maybe, before you are ready for the next session. Well, that depends largely on your companion. And your surroundings, of course. If you are staying in a house or apartment, or you have a hotel suite, then having a ladyboy about the place can be very agreeable. Inevitably she will gravitate towards the television, which is why you need plenty of space (unless you happen to enjoy Thai game shows and soap operas), and that will allow you to get on with whatever you want to do, such as read a book or fire up your laptop. Until you start eying up the bulge under your visitor’s panties.

I ask the question because in terms of relationships, actually spending a lot of time with a ladyboy poses difficulties. There is the language problem, of course, so any kind of meaningful conversation is possibly not going to happen. Then there is the fact that whereas a GG will, by her inherent nature, be inclined to be domestic and take care of you, tidy the place up, cook some food and so on, a ladyboy does not have that DNA. A friend who recently installed a ladyboy in his rented condo in Bangkok, assuming she would take care of the place while he spent time back home in the USA, wrote to me in anguish to say that the place had become a tip.  

“What do I do?” he asked. “It has become so bad that the landlord is complaining.”

I suggested that he use a maid service a couple of times during the week. But I have also seen a ladyboy’s ideas of domesticity up close, and I knew exactly what he meant. I once installed a ladyboy mistress in an apartment, and found myself doing the housework whenever I went to see her. She really did not seem to understand that dishes need washing, floors need sweeping, etc. She was extremely good at sex. But other than that, there was no female instinct. 

Then there is the fact that, when you enter into a ladyboy relationship, and if you let it become a deep one, you will probably be invited at some point to visit the family. Do you actually want to do this? Are you happy to go upcountry, be introduced to a large extended family who will examine you with curiosity, be followed around by the village urchins, and eventually dump a large amount of cash behind you as you depart? I’ve done it, and it’s not a comfortable sensation.

Back to my own situation. I’m not into the setting of records relating to the brevity of a ladyboy visit. I have a number of relationships that I genuinely value. On the other hand, many of those I invite back really are there for that intense sexual explosion, the kind of feelings that one had in adolescence, and that with maturity become increasingly rare. Then they are gone, until the next time, and I’m left with a sweet afterglow to get on with whatever it was I was doing before she arrived.