Best Sex I’ve Ever Had in Thailand — No Contest

Nok from Windmill. Petite, naughty smile, insane flexibility. She pulled my hands above my head, climbed on top, and did things I’ve only seen in porn. She kissed, licked, bit — I didn’t last long. She laughed and said, “Next time two times, OK?” I went back two nights later and tipped her more than my hotel.

Surprisingly, the best sex wasn’t a bar girl — it was a freelancer I met on Tinder. We chatted two days, met up, and went straight to her condo. She had toys, music, even dimmed the lights. She gave me the full girlfriend fantasy — slow, passionate, whispered in my ear the whole time. I felt like a king.

Bar girl from Soi Cowboy took me back to her apartment, not a short-time room. She cooked noodles after we finished, then went for round two while still wearing my T-shirt. Total girlfriend fantasy — slow, intimate, deep eye contact, and she came twice. I almost proposed.

A dancer from Soi Cowboy took me home after her shift. She lit candles, played Thai love songs, and gave me a full tantric-style session that felt more spiritual than sexual. I floated out of there.

It was a freelance girl I met near Central Festival. She kissed like a dream, rode me like a pro, and didn’t let go for hours. We ended up spending the weekend together. Still the best sex of my life.

Soi LK Metro, 2023. Her name was Pang. She didn’t even look like she belonged there — classy, calm, almost shy. I barfined her thinking I’d get a chill, standard session. What I got was something else. She was slow, attentive, kissed like it meant something, and whispered things in Thai that made my head spin. The BJ alone was art — no rush, full eye contact, a mix of soft and intense. The way she moved during sex made me forget what city I was in. No contest. That session lives rent-free in my memory.

Phuket, Patong area — I was drunk and almost skipped the massage. Ended up in a mid-range shop, picked a tall girl named Nan. Didn’t expect much. She dimmed the lights, turned on music, and spent the first 15 minutes massaging and teasing without even touching below the belt. It was all buildup. When things finally escalated, it felt like we’d been dating for weeks. She kissed, moaned, responded, and even pulled me in tighter mid-session. Emotional, raw, unforgettable. Never found her again.

Chiang Mai, of all places. She wasn’t from a bar or agency — just a freelance girl hanging around a quiet beer bar. We clicked instantly. No rush, no routine. She kissed like a girlfriend, rode like a pornstar, and afterward, we lay there talking like we’d known each other for years. No script, no pretending. Just pure, raw connection. Still think about her.