Amree

Dear diary,
After a long flight and a blissful night of deep sleep, I woke up in beautiful Thailand.
I’d dreamed of coming here for so long, and finally, my work brought me to this vibrant, electric country — a place of colors, scents, and stories waiting to be told.My first day was a whirlwind of sights and sensations.I floated past colorful stalls at the floating market, where the air was thick with the smell of spices and grilled street food. I wandered through the Monkey Temple, escorted by a guard with a slingshot, amused and slightly terrified by the chaos of it all. As the sun set, I found myself at a buzzing night market, haggling for souvenirs and tasting sweet, sticky treats.​By evening, I slipped into the warm waters of my hotel’s rooftop infinity pool, gazing out at the glowing skyline of Bangkok. The city seemed endless, like a sea of light and possibility. I should have been exhausted… but instead, I felt alive, restless, craving more.I’d heard whispers of a legendary club: DJ Station.Curiosity sparked, I made my way through the intoxicating maze of the Patpong night market, neon lights flashing, music thumping faintly in the distance. The closer I got, the louder the rhythm became, until I was swallowed by Bangkok’s nightlife — a chaotic, vibrant pulse.​Inside the club, I was overwhelmed. Bodies danced, lights flashed, and the air was electric with energy and sweat. I clutched my two drink tickets like lifelines and pushed my way to the bar, where a bartender handed me a colorful, fruity drink. I thanked her in my clumsy Thai: khòp khun ka, earning a warm smile.​Drink in hand, I turned toward the main stage — and that’s when I saw him.He was unlike anyone else in the room: a slender, delicate figure, perched casually on the edge of the bar like he owned the place. A baseball cap shadowed his eyes, giving him an air of mystery. When he noticed me, his lips curved into a soft, knowing smile.My breath caught.​He hopped down, swaying gently to the music, then gestured for me to join him.
I hesitated for only a moment before the beat took hold of me, pulling me toward him. We danced — our bodies finding a rhythm that felt effortless, natural, intoxicating.Then, as if the night wasn’t magical enough, the music shifted and a drag show exploded onto the stage. The room roared with laughter and applause. We cheered, clapped, and let ourselves get lost in the pure joy of it all.​Somewhere between the beats, the laughter, and the heat, I felt an urge rising in me — bold, unexpected.Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him.To my surprise, he kissed me back, soft and sweet, as if we’d been doing this forever.
We made out right there on the dance floor, under flashing lights, surrounded by strangers — and yet, in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us.​When the night began to wind down, we walked back to my hotel, our fingers brushing, our laughter soft in the warm night air. Along the way, I learned more about him. His name was Amree, which he told me means “my command” in Thai.​The name felt fitting — though, ironically, tonight I would be the one taking command.Inside my room, the air between us shifted. Amree lay back on the bed, his smooth, slender body stretched out like a work of art, his dark eyes watching me with quiet anticipation.
I felt something stir inside me — a side of myself I hadn’t fully explored before. Confidence. Power. Desire.​I climbed over him and kissed him deeply.
His skin was soft under my hands, his breath quickening as he surrendered completely.
I turned him gently, taking the lead, letting the buzz of alcohol and the energy of the city flow through me.When I entered him, it was seamless, natural — our bodies falling into a rhythm that was both passionate and rough, yet loving and tender. The room seemed to spin around us, our breaths mingling, our movements growing urgent and wild.In that moment, I felt a rush of excitement and pride — for trying something new, for taking control, for letting go.​Afterward, we lay tangled together, the city buzzing just outside the window.
Eventually, Amree slipped away into the night, leaving me with the echo of his touch.I took a hot, steamy shower, washing away the sweat and heat, then collapsed into bed, utterly spent yet blissfully content.​When I woke the next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains. My body was sore, my heart full, my mind already spinning with the adventures still to come.Thailand had given me my first unforgettable night…
and I couldn’t wait to see what other stories it had in store.