Sex Tourism With a Spiritual Approach
A true story about the only spiritual workshop in the history of Blowjob Cafes
It was our first day in Bangkok, my girlfriend Isabella and I were having lunch. Out of the blue, she asked if I wanted to join her for a guided city tour in Bangkok.
“Surely not!” I exclaimed.
“Why not?” she asked.
“In my view, it’s humiliating being a tourist,” I said. “Lining up or being herded like cattle through museums and having my picture taken in front of various attractions makes me feel depressed.”
“What about sex-tourism?” she asked. “Don’t you like that either?”
“I have never been a sex-tourist,” I mused. “So I don’t know what that is like.”
“Bangkok is famous for its sex-tourism,” Isabella pointed out. “If you don’t want to go to museums I am sure we can find an alternative.”
This suggestion made me loosen up a little, and for the first time in my life, I found myself contemplating engaging myself in touristic activities.
“Are there any specific kind of sex-tourism you would like to explore?” I asked casually.
“Any kind,” she said with a smile, “but I have read about something called a ‘blowjob café’.”
“Blowjob café?” I asked. A café is usually a small restaurant selling light meals and drinks. Even though it was not difficult to guess what else a blowjob café had on the menu, the concept still seemed ambiguous to me.
“As I understand it,” she explained, “it’s like a normal café where you can get a drink, but while having the drink, you can also choose to have a blowjob from one of the bargirls.”
“Ok,” I said. “But it doesn’t sound as if these cafes are aiming their service at female tourists like you.”
“I know,” she said, “but the bargirls have probably done oral sex many hours a day for years. I am sure some of them must be world-class at giving blowjobs. I would love to hire one of them to teach me all her magic tricks.”
“But giving a blowjob is not just a technique,” I pointed out. “For me, a blowjob will not be interesting if I don’t feel a connection with the woman who is giving it to me. Who she is and why she is giving me a blowjob is what makes it enjoyable. Having a blowjob from a random stranger at a bar doesn’t sound as if it would give me an erection.”
“I understand that devotion and connection are the most important factors,” Isabella admitted, “Still, I am sure there are many tricks and techniques that would be interesting to learn. Do you want to go?”
“I don’t know …” I said.
“Please don’t be such a drag,” Isabella insisted and took my hand.
“How do you want a bargirl to teach you giving blowjobs?” I asked. “You don’t have a dick.”
For a moment she looked at me with a shy smile before saying, “I was hoping that my coming teacher and I could borrow yours …”
A blowjob from the cleaning lady
After almost four years together, Isabella knows all my soft spots. For the first time in my life, she convinced me to relinquish my resistance toward tourism. On that particular morning, I, therefore, found myself considering that the life of a tourist might not have to be so bad after all.
“I have heard that gay men and ladyboys are generally better at giving blowjobs than women,” I said. “If I am going to be part of this, I need you to promise beforehand that you will use a female teacher.”
Agreeing to my terms, we both started looking for blowjob cafés on the internet. Bangkok turned out to have a multitude of such places, but by reading reviews from customers, we found three cafés with good ratings that we wanted to visit. A little less than an hour later, we had found the first café on our list. Tucked away from the main street, it looked like a regular hooker bar in a worn down building in a trashy area of town. When we entered the open door, we found ourselves inside a dark and deserted room. On one side of the room there was a bar with high chairs and on the other side was a line of noisy slot machines.
“There is no one here,” I concluded while getting ready to leave again.
“We might be a little early,” Isabella said, checking the time on her phone. “Perhaps we should come back later.”
We were just about to leave when a heavily overweight Thai-woman appeared from somewhere behind the bar. At first glance, her dirty apron indicated that she was the cleaning lady.
“Blowjob?” the cleaning lady asked in a croaky voice while looking at me with a smile that revealed her yellow, crooked teeth.
“We are looking for a teacher,” Isabella explained. “Someone who can teach me how to give the ultimate blowjob.”
The cleaning lady’s English vocabulary was limited to one word — namely the word “blowjob”. While Isabella tried to explain once more, she didn’t seem to get the message across. Instead, the cleaning lady kept staring at my zipper while mumbling something to herself in Thai. When I was just about to tell Isabella that I wanted to leave, the woman suddenly grabbed me by my arm. With incredible strength, she started dragging me toward a little dark room that I presume was the blowjob-room while saying: “Blowjob, blowjob, blowjob …” Terrified, I withdrew, grasped Isabella’s hand and together we escaped the café as quickly as we could.
Finding the perfect café
A few moments later, we were sitting at a more traditional café at a safe distance from the blowjob café. The mere thought of having a blowjob from the cleaning lady made me tremble inside. While sharing a watermelon juice, I suggested that we return home, take a shower and make love before finding a nice restaurant for a romantic dinner. To my surprise, Isabella was not yet ready to go home. Despite the horror, we had just been through, she was still determined to continue pursuing her dream of learning how to perform the ultimate blowjob.
“I agree that the first place was a disaster,” she admitted, “but I have a good feeling about the second place on our list. They have a website, and it looks more exclusive. In the advertisement, it states that it’s the oldest and best fellatio café in the country. It’s not far from here. Let’s just walk by, and if it looks ok, we can walk in.”
At first glance, the next place looked much more promising than the first one. The building appeared to be in good condition, and at the entrance, there were at least 20 young girls eating and chatting while trying to attract guests from the street. Isabella took the lead as we walked in. When the girls realized that a young European woman was entering their place, they all started talking and laughing loudly. Soon their boss appeared, and in a harsh tone, she informed me that my daughter had to wait outside while I was in the café. Before I could answer Isabella made it clear that we were a couple and without further problems, the boss showed us into a reception room. From the inside, the café looked clean and tidy. All the walls were kept in light colours that made it look a little less like a bar and more like a massage parlour.
Even though the boss spoke English, she had a hard time understanding what we wanted. First, she could not understand why a middle-aged man wanted to go to a blowjob café if he already had a beautiful young girlfriend. When it became clear to her that it was not me, but Isabella, who was the client, she did not understand what Isabella wanted. As it turned out, the boss had been running the café for 20 years and during that time, she had never had a female client.
When finally, she understood Isabella’s request, she became all business-like and told us to pay upfront. After having put the money in one of her pockets, she blew a whistle that she kept in a string around her neck. Next, around 20 girls poured into the reception room to line up by one of the walls. Clearly, every girl had her style and her way of appealing to guests. Some looked innocent, some shy and others were flirting, smiling or looking cool and reserved. For a few moments, Isabella and I had a debate while trying to decide who would be our best blowjob teacher. Professionally the boss tried to guide us by letting us know which of the girls could speak English, who could swallow, give deep throat and other essential aspects for a coming blowjob teacher. Isabella’s top pick was a pretty young girl who looked very sexy, but instead, I asked her to consider a girl that was older and wore glasses.
“The one with glasses looks classier and more intelligent,” I whispered, trying to make sure that the girls could not hear me. “I am confident that she is more experienced and competent.”
After more discussion, Isabella went along with my suggestion and told the boss that we wanted the girl with glasses.
“An excellent choice!” the boss complimented. “She is one of our best and most experienced girls. She not only swallows but also knows several advanced techniques, and besides that, she speaks English fluently.”
While the other girls poured out of the room, our new teacher came forward and presented herself as Gigi. For a few minutes, we made small-talk before Gigi took us upstairs to a corridor with eight doors that lead into eight small blowjob-rooms. Smiling, she guided us into a small room of only about six square meters. In the middle were a comfortable armchair and a regular chair. By the walls was a sink, a shelf with oils and a little fridge with cold drinks. While Gigi closed the door, I noticed that the walls in the room did not reach the ceiling. Because of this, we would be able to hear everything that was going on in the rest of café. Luckily we were the first guests of the day, and therefore there was not yet any moaning and groaning from the other rooms.
“Would you like a beer?” Gigi asked while pointing at the fridge.
“No, thanks,” Isabella said. “None of us drinks alcohol, but I would like a green tea.”
“Green tea …?,” Gigi repeated, looking as if she didn’t know what it was.
“Don’t worry about drinks,” I said while trying to take the conversation in a more fruitful direction: “How long have you worked here and how many clients do you have a day?”
“For the last six years I have been working five days a week,” Gigi said. “Usually, I do eight to twelve blowjobs a day.”
“That means …” I said, trying to do some fast calculations in my head. “That you have done around 15,000 blowjobs!”
“Yes,” Gigi said and smiled. “Something like that.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Isabella asked.
“Not currently,” Gigi said. “I think this kind of job is difficult to combine with a normal relationship. I am working here to get money for an education and to take care of my son. He is ten years old, and his biggest dream is to become a ladyboy.”
During more informal chatter, Gigi and Isabella agreed that it was time to start class. Looking more professional Gigi instructed me to take off my trousers and pants before getting ready for cleaning in front of the sink. Standing behind me, she washed me with soap and a hand-held showerhead. When being pleased with the result, she dried me with a towel and told me to sit in the armchair. Getting ready to work, she put a pillow on the floor in front of me and sat on her knees.
“Put the extra chair beside him,” she said to Isabella. “From that angle, you will have a perfect view.”
My first blowjob workshop
While Isabella was putting the chair beside me, I was still not turned on and started worrying that I might not be able to participate in sex tourism after all. Isabella would become highly disappointed if we had to cancel her lesson because of me. Awkwardly I pointed out that I could not promise to get an erection, but that I would do my best. Gigi didn’t pay much attention to me. Instead of responding, she looked at Isabella while going through a few overall safety rules and restrictions. First of all, she never did blowjobs while laying down, bending backwards or being tied up. During a blowjob, she would not get undressed and, besides that, I was not allowed to undress her. If I wanted, I could touch her hair and caress her face and her hands, but I was not permitted to restrict her hands. If I requested she would also be willing to put her hands behind her back to take a submissive position. When ejaculating, I was allowed to spray on her face, her tongue and in her mouth, but not on her clothes or in her hair. She would, of course, assist me and use a towel to clean herself afterwards.
“As you can see, he is still not ready to receive,” Gigi further explained to Isabella. “The first thing you have to do is to get the guy erect. There are many different ways you can do that. Sometimes it happens when he enters this room, when I wash him or when he sees me kneeling in front of him. Other times, he needs some kind of extra stimulation to get going. Perhaps touching a little is enough, perhaps breathing on him, tickling or just touching the tip, the shaft or the balls with my tongue, while applying different kinds of pressure using my hands and lips. With certain men it is essential to talk first — talking alone can be the thing that opens his sexuality. With others, talking makes them withdraw sexually, but they might like eye-contact or like not to have eye contact.”
“Are you never turned on sexually while working?” Isabella asked.
“No,” Gigi answered. “I am here to give a professional service, but I am usually open to a little bit of role-playing. Some men enjoy it if I pretend to be turned on; others like the clinical and professional treatment, and some are turned on if I let them pretend that they are forcing me. During my years in the café, I have learned to read a man as soon as he enters the room. Usually, I don’t need to ask him what he likes.”
“What about Carsten?” Isabella asked. “What do you think he likes?”
“It’s not something I usually talk about,” Gigi said while looking shy. “But I can sense that he is respectful towards a woman’s boundaries. He might also hold back when his girlfriend is in the room. But when he is sexually open, I think he is dominant and that he likes the sensation of a woman submitting to him.”
“That’s impressive!” Isabella exclaimed while looking at me. “If I didn’t know better, I would suspect that this was not his first time in this room. Surely not all the girls here are that conscious about what they do.”
“No,” Gigi said. “Most of the girls here are a little lost and don’t know what else to do to make money… but let’s get back to the blowjob, and perhaps Carsten will open up while we talk. To give a good blowjob, you need to master several different basic techniques, and to learn them all, you have to exercise your tongue. Before working here, I was an erotic dancer, and I had to practice every day to learn to use my body in ways that would arouse my audience. When I started at the café, I spend a lot of time practising my oral skills.”
Gigi paused and opened her mouth. In a series of acrobatic movements, she showed us how she could curl her tongue, turn it sideways, twist it and even fold it up. Next, she fetched something in her pocket that turned out to be a cherry stem. Dramatically, she showed the stem to Isabella and me before putting it into her mouth. A few seconds later, she opened her mouth. The stem was laying on her tongue, but she had now tied a knot on it.
“Amazing!” Isabella and I burst out simultaneously, while I considered if it was appropriate to applaud.
“This is, of course, only what I can do with my tongue,” Gigi said, “but in my profession, you also need to work with your hand-job-technique, lips and gag reflex. When I was a beginner I would lay on a bed, leaning my head back over the edge and using my fingers — then a small carrot and then a bigger one. In that way, I was practising my ability to suppress my gag-reflex while breathing through my nose.”
“I have been working with that too,” Isabella said while smiling at me. “I think Carsten is thrilled with my ability to suppress my gag reflex.”
“Yes,” I said. “Isabella is very good at letting go — especially in her throat.”
“That sounds perfect,” Gigi said and looked at me, “Perhaps you can start by telling me what turns you on about a blowjob.”
When suddenly being the centre of attention, I became very self-conscious. Never before had I been sitting in a comfortable armchair without my trousers while having two beautiful women in front of me getting ready for a blowjob workshop. It all felt a little overwhelming, and it didn’t make things less overwhelming that I still had no erection.
“For me, a blowjob is a kind of worshipping ritual,” I finally managed to say. “By kneeling in front of me, letting me use her mouth for my pleasure, a woman can make me feel elevated like a king. I, therefore, look at a blowjob as a kind of spiritual act in which a woman submits and shows me that she trusts me to hold authority over her. When I enter her mouth, she is letting me gag her into silence, and in that way, she demonstrates that she values my pleasure over her ability to speak. If she swallows, I think about it in terms of cannibalism.”
“Cannibalism?” Gigi repeated and smiled. “What do you mean?”
“In cannibalistic cultures, it is sometimes believed that you can take over another person’s resources if you eat them,” I said. “Maybe the same thing happens when a woman swallows semen. She is internalizing the man to show him that she wants him and her to merge into one.”
“That is so interesting!” Isabella burst out while sending me a devoted look. “It turns me on when you speak like this. I hope we can start class soon.”
“Ok,” Gigi said, looking at me. “Are you ready?”
“As you can perhaps see I am not ready,” I said. “If I am going to open up I need to be closer to Isabella.
“That is not a problem,” Isabella said while leaning towards me. With one hand, I grabbed hold of her hair while putting my other hand under her blouse, tweezing one of her nipples. Immediately, I could feel my blood pumping to the right place, and as a bonus, Isabella threw herself at me, and we started kissing passionately.
“Ok,” Gigi said. “This is much better!”
While I was still kissing Isabella, I suddenly sensed that she had initiated her treatment. For several minutes I was in complete bliss until Isabella withdrew to ask me what Gigi was doing and how it felt.
“Her tongue and lips are creating a powerful sensation,” I said while trying not to be too intellectual about it. “It feels like she is making vibrations with her tongue… Perhaps you should ask her yourself… I would surely appreciate if she could teach you what she is doing right now…”
While Isabella sat down on the floor between my knees beside Gigi, I finally understood that the life of a tourist is not as bad as I had initially imagined.
“The technique I was just using is called the washing machine,” Gigi said. “It is based on a special tongue circulation technique that you can use on the head, shaft and balls. You have to circle your tongue while supplying the right amount of saliva while changing the pressure. You can vary it by sometimes using all of your tongue and sometimes only use the tip of your tongue. At home, you should practice at least an hour a day. If Carsten is not available, you can practice on a banana or something similar while watching television.”
How long the two women practised the washing machine technique, I don’t know. While they did, I disappeared into a paradise-like trance until Gigi suddenly stopped and said: “During a good blowjob, you should never only use a single technique. So, I will show you the ones that I think works best. First, I will teach you the twister and after that the spring roll technique.”
While class continued, Gigi demonstrated more blowjob techniques, and tricks than I had ever imagined existed. Isabella was trying to memorize it all before she went on to practice what she had just learned. Several times I had to focus my thoughts on something else in order not to ruin the lesson by ejaculating.
“A good blowjob is like a symphony,” Gigi said. “You start slowly. In the beginning, you don’t add a lot of variation, but after some time you build it up and ad more and more elements to it — like vibrations of the tongue, the lips and by dosing saliva, oil, honey or even champagne or melted chocolate.”
“I love chocolate!” Isabella said.
“My favourite is pineapple,” Gigi said. “Once I ate most of a pineapple — slice by slice — from a client’s dick.”
“What do you do if you don’t like the taste of a guest?” Isabella asked.
“Sometimes I chew peppermint gum while giving him a blowjob. It not only helps me produce more saliva but also minimizes the taste. Plus, some guys like the cool feeling.”
While Isabella was practising one of Gigi’s techniques, Gigi asked me how I was doing.
“This feels nothing less than amazing, and I am very honoured to be part of this,” I said while being on the edge of coming. “But the most stimulating thing about it all is not the technique you are using.”
“Then what?” Gigi asked.
“I am very pleased by the unconventional setup,” I said, “the openness between the two of you and the freedom I feel right now. During the best blowjobs Isabella has ever given me, she has been so turned on that she sometimes has an orgasm with me in her mouth. There was nothing technical about it — no ice cubes and no twisting or spinning of the tongue — only pure presence. Sometimes she is so open and turned on that she begs me to come in her mouth, and when I do, I can feel her gratefulness. Naturally, it feels good when a woman wants to please you, but it is much more stimulating if doing so turns her on. Great sex is a shared space based on a connection between people who feels like giving themselves fully.”
“Ok,” Gigi said as she smiled. “Perhaps we should stop class for a while and just do what we feel like.”
After that, they both started free-styling. For the next ten minutes, I got the full experience of how much pleasure two amazing women can give to a man. While I was learning my head back, they send me to the seventh heaven. Sometimes they asked me for advice, asked me if I preferred harder, softer, wetter, drier; if I wanted more tongue, lips or throat. Sometimes they were also kissing each other, and in the confusion, I no longer knew who was sucking where. Floating on cloud nine, I closed my eyes, while not knowing where I was until suddenly, I came back to reality as Isabella bit me.
“Sorry about that,” she said, sending me a horny smile. “Are you now going to punish me?”
“Only a little,” I said, grabbing her hair before pushing myself down her throat.
“I want you to show your teacher that you are already a master of deep throating,” I said.
Isabella happily followed my lead. Meanwhile, Gigi supported her by licking everywhere that Isabella couldn’t reach. When I was pleased by Isabella’s performance, I slapped her cheek before ordering her to look into my eyes. Her gaze was remote, and I could tell she was in subspace and on the brink of orgasm. While I was looking at her, Isabella started shaking.
“Don’t come now!” I commanded. “I will count to ten, and when I reach ten, I want you to come.”
With all her power, Isabella was trying to nod while I was counting and when, a moment later, I reached ten, she was shaking all over, unable to keep me in her mouth any longer. When Isabella withdrew to regain herself. Gigi took over using both of her hands.
“You are natural talent at deep throating,” Gigi complimented while Isabella was coming out of her trance. “Whenever you are ready, I will show you one more thing and then it will be time to end the lesson.”
Soon Isabella was sitting attentively beside Gigi again.
“Deep throat and face-fucking are, in my view, role-playing more than actual stimulation,” Gigi said. “When it comes to stimulation, you need to know the most important place: just under the head, there is a string that connects the head to the shaft. This is the most sensitive area of a man. I call it the Wonder Spot — you can compare this spot to a woman’s clitoris. When he reaches his climax, the Wonder Spot, and sometimes the head, becomes hypersensitive. If you use your hand, you can be firm on the shaft but at the same time, make sure that you don’t apply too much pressure to the head or the Wonder Spot. Sometimes I also apply a little oil while finishing him off and that works with most men. If you tickle a man’s Wonder Spot playfully with the tip of your tongue while giving him a handjob, he will usually not be able to last long.”
While Isabella was looking carefully, Gigi showed her the technique before she continued. “Right now, I will give him a handjob while you use your tongue.”
Once more they started working together and once more I disappeared into paradise.
“I don’t normally enjoy swallowing,” Isabella said to Gigi while taking a little break. “But with Carsten, I love it. He has almost no taste. Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t drink alcohol. Do you ever swallow when working?”
“Rarely…” Gigi said. “But with some of my regular guests, I sometimes ask them to drink lots of pineapple juice during the day before visiting me. That makes them taste better. I am also good at pretending to swallow. After they come, I use a towel to wipe my lips, but secretly the semen goes into the towel. Some men like me to show it on my tongue or to play with it using my fingers.” For a moment she looked at me before saying: “Perhaps Isabella and I can swap from mouth to mouth when you come. Would you enjoy that?”
They both looked up at me, expecting me to answer, but Isabella’s tongue was still tickling my Wonder Spot, and I had difficulties speaking.
“The thought of two women swapping semen is very erotic,” I finally managed to say. “The only problem is that when they do so, I have just come and lost my energy.”
“Are there any specific places that you like to spray?” Gigi asked while still working with her hand. Some men like to spray on different parts of a woman’s body.”
“I enjoy coming in a woman’s mouth or on her face,” I said.
“Ok,” Gigi said. “I would like to challenge your notion that sex is not a technique. If you close your eyes and count slowly to ten, I will make you come before you reach ten and you will not be able to stop me. Afterwards, I want to know if you can guess if it was Isabella or me who swallowed.”
When I was getting dressed, Gigi had convinced me that her technical skills were both superior and equilibristic. Still, I did not doubt that without Isabella in the room, I would not have been turned on by the experience. When I asked Isabella, who had swallowed, she smiled cautiously to Gigi before saying that she would not tell me.
“Ok, but then I want to know something else,” I said to Gigi. “You have performed more than 15,000 blowjobs. I guess you must have had some very strange experiences and met some really crazy people. Can you tell us about the weirdest client you ever had?”
“I once had a guy who was able to ejaculate ten times in an hour,” she said. “I have also had many other strange encounters, but there is one experience that I think will always stand out as the weirdest of them all.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“Doing a blowjob workshop with a man and his girlfriend,” she said, smiling.
“You mean us?” Isabella asked.
“Yes,” Gigi replied. “I have never met a couple being so honest with each other …” For a moment, she was shaking her head. “None of my friends will believe this when I tell them.”
The extended workshop
When leaving the blowjob room, we were both in for a surprise. Still, the place was not busy, and at least ten girls had gathered by our door listening in on our conversation. When the door opened, they all started giggling while hurrying away.
“In my view, you are outstanding and have a talent for giving blowjobs,” Gigi said to Isabella while she was showing us out. “You were not only dedicated but also passionate and empathic. When it comes to your technical skills, you still have many things to learn. I have now taught you the basic techniques, but there is still much more I can show you. So if you come back to Bangkok, I will suggest that we do an extended workshop of perhaps four hours.”
“Four hours?!” Isabella said. “I don’t know If I will be able to study for that long and how about you?” She was looking at me. “Can you handle a four-hour workshop?”
Sitting in an air-conditioned room for four hours having two beautiful ladies practising their blowjob skills on me didn’t sound like a bad way of spending a day in Thailand. Naturally, I was ready to give my right arm to be part of this.
“Four hours is a long time …,” I said pretending that I was not sure if I could handle it, “but if you want to be the best you will need to work hard. It is said that there are at least 10.000 hours of hard work behind any world-class performance.”
“Ok,” Isabella said, looking determined. “We will be travelling in Asia for some time, but in a month or two we can arrange a stopover and book the extended workshop.”
“Good,” Gigi said. “When we do the extended workshop, I will bring another girl who knows some very advanced techniques that I am still working on learning.”
“So you will be three girls?” I said. “How will that work?”
“Let me worry about that,” Gigi said to me before addressing Isabella. “Just remember to practice at least an hour every day until we meet again.”
“Naturally,” Isabella said, looking at me for approval. “If Carsten will let me.”
“As I am sure you know,” I said. “I will never be the one standing between you and your ambitions.”
When we had reached the street, I gave Gigi a well-deserved tip before she gave both of us a warm goodbye hug.
“I feel like a new person,” I said while walking hand in hand with Isabella down the street away from the café. “You have not only given me an amazing sexual experience but also helped me let go of my resistance against tourism.”
“Great,” she said. “That means we can do the city tour tomorrow.”
“Ehh… Let’s just take it one day at a time,” I said. “I believe there are many other kinds of sex-tourism. Perhaps we should warm up with a little more sex tourism before going all-in as conventional tourists.”
