Introduction
This guide teaches how to give and receive erotic massage. It discusses how to help your partner relax, and discusses how to help your partner experience extended or multiple orgasms as part of your massage. A common arrangement is for one partner to receive a massage first, and then to return the favor, but of course how you choose to arrange this is up to you and your partner.
It's best to perform erotic massage while your partner is lying on a massage table of some kind. After preparing your space to be warm and pleasing, you can start with a sensual and relaxing general massage before shifting the focus to your partner's sex centers. The idea is to bring your partner to high levels of arousal, and keep him or her there for a while. For men, this is best done through verbal or non-verbal communication which allows stimulation to be slowed down, changed, or stopped before ejaculation becomes inevitable (stimulation then continues in a few moments, after the urgency fades). For women, this is best done by using G-Spot and/or clitoral massage to bring her to multiple orgasms, which naturally tend to take place over an extended period of time.
Erotic massage can work equally well for same-sex as for opposite-sex partners. Additionally, as having someone pleasure you with their hands doesn't tend to bring up the same set of cultural fears and judgments that oral sex or intercourse sometimes do, it sometimes works well even when your partner isn't of a gender you are normally attracted to.
Pattaya
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Vanessa Hudgens Nude Pics - Naked photos of Hoywood Celebrities - Big Deal
Vanessa Hudgens Nude Pics - Naked photos of Hoywood Movie Stars WOW what a big deal. Sure she has a good body eveb if her bum is not quite in proportion to her boobs.
But really why make such a big deal out of it. I would much rather see naked pictures of sexy Thai girls. Maybe these American voyeurs should get a life, get a plane ticket and come to Bangkok. You certainly don't need naked pictures of Vanessa Hudgens to turn you on in The Land of Smiles.
Now I know why Thaland is called the land of smiles or is it the land of smirks.
Monday, July 23, 2007
My Sexy Thai Girls - Daeng - Part One
This is the first post of a collection of short tales. Short tales because they are about short sexy Thai girls.
I have lived in Thailand for the best part of 20 years so I have gone through a few girls. Three wives, several mia nois, and a whole host of long time girls, short time girls and medium term girls.
Daeng was long time girl - long time was about 9 months. She was special as were most of my encounters with the female kind in Thailand. There will be more about Daeng later for sure so please come back.
DAENG
A slight sob. I flipped on the light in the bedhead. The light was soft but seemed like a searchlight after thet short period of darkeness. She had insisted I turned off the light. I like to leave the light on after all I am paying so It should be up to me.
A tear welled up in the corner of her right eye rolled down her cheek and soaked into the pillow. Was I struck by this? was I full of pity for the girl I just shagged? Of course not. I am paying.
God she looked old, years older than when I turned off the light just a few minutes previously. years older than the girl who had shared my bed the night before but that is another story and this story is for Daeng.
Been promising myself to write a book someday. Someday never came. A story usually has a time line or a geographical place to place naration. Well place to place is no good because the location is the same Thailand. Timeline, well honestly I remember some but the time is not important lets just say the events have happened over a 16 year period.
Each chapter has a theme. The theme is one girl. One special girl or one not so special but still memorable. Some are short and some long (The stories not the girls) come to think some of the girls were short and some not. However it is not my aim to make comparisons.
I don't class myself as a sex tourist - more a sex adventurer. Some adventures more adventuresome than others.
I had come home only an hour before half drunk and only half surprised that the girl I had brushed past in the hall was now laid on my bed naked and trembling not with passion but with sorrow. Dinner was ready, been ready for hours, wasn't hungry but ate anyways after she had cooked for me.
That was her job. She had washed and ironed my clothes. That was her job. She had cleaned my room. That was her job and now well.....that was her job and after all I am paying aren't
I?
Lying awake in bed. A tear wells up in the corner of the right eye, rolls down the cheek and soaks into the pillow. I drift off to sleep. A sleepless sleep interupted at random intervals the sound of a motorbike in the distance.
I glance at the clock which casts an alien green sheen across the room 2.45am. it fades another tear wells I wipe it away before it joins the pool on the pillow. Tears of sorrow? no just tears of tiredness and frustration.
No sleep for two days or is it three, I loose track. Where is the bitch? The 200 Baht she left a few days is almost gone. There is plenty of food in the room but I ran out of ciggarettes yesterday. I don't crave for the nicotine. To be honest I just need a good shag andDaeng is always a good shag.
Apart from the first night when she cried and trembled beneath me. I don't apologise to you, the reader, if it is difficult to follow this story. It is not a story in the usual sense just a collection of memories. I have not tried to sift these memories to make it easier. I have not spiced up the details. I have not tried to cover things up. I just stick to the theme and the theme for this story is Daeng.
I light a cigarette. Trying to blow smoke rings. They look wierd drifting up to the ceiling in the green glow like little UFO's I light another a few minutes later or is it a few hours later. Never mind she is paying for them. Or is it the Swiss guy paying for them.
I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face. I have three packs on the bedside table alongside the 500 Baht. I plan the action for tomorrow. Down to the beach for a few hours. back at dusk, shower and down to the local (Thai bar) enough for a couple of happy hour Singha's 20 Baht and a happy hour shag 300 Baht still a couple of hundred left and Daeng promised she would be back the day after tomorrow.
The Swiss guy is going home to Swissland which should mean a good pay day, what a sucker. He thinks I am her next door neighbour always buys me a beer when I drop Daeng off at the bar.
"That's a beautiful dress you are wearing darling," what's the party for?
It's difficult to keep balance a bit slippy in the bog behind the Swiss bar. Only chance for a shag and after all the Swiss sucker is outside getting pissed with his mates while his tirak is shagging me round the back.
"The farang bought it for me he love me too much"
"Do you love him?
"me no love him he customer but have kind heart and big ATM card"
She pants a little too loud for my liking, I can hear impatiant huffs from outside the toilet.
"Can't you hurry" up a germanic voice booms.
"No I can't" I shout back "I am getting my end away and not stopping for nobody especially a kraut"
"I am not a German" he responds in an irritated manner "I am Zwizz and I am waiting to pizz"
"well pizz off to the Pizza hut next door and leave us alone you Zwiss cunt" He marches off footsteps disapearing in the distance.
A giggle then "he no have cunt" he have cock, big cock more you"
"how you know?" "he husband me"
Well must admit I almost slipped outof her at that point but Daeng was firmly wedged with her head in the sink while I sinked her from behind.
"How long you been married" I gasp almost on the verge now, must keep the rythem going my legs are going a bit wobbly and sweating like a pig in this musty bog.
"long time now"
""how long?" she twists round looks at her watch and gives me a cheeky grin "nearly two hours, this wedding party me, you like wedding dress me?"
"Of course especially when it's round your waist"
I wish the groom well. Daeng whispers in my ear she wants a tissue. She is dribbling cum down her leg and is scared to get off the bar stool in case she leaves a pool behind.
The Swiss sucker rings the bell. Beers all round. I palm the tissue to Daeng she palms me two crumpled purple notes.
Well looks like I might get a another shag tonight for sure God bless the Kraut (sorry the ZwiZZ. Well he's paying for it now isn't he?
I have lived in Thailand for the best part of 20 years so I have gone through a few girls. Three wives, several mia nois, and a whole host of long time girls, short time girls and medium term girls.
Daeng was long time girl - long time was about 9 months. She was special as were most of my encounters with the female kind in Thailand. There will be more about Daeng later for sure so please come back.
DAENG
A slight sob. I flipped on the light in the bedhead. The light was soft but seemed like a searchlight after thet short period of darkeness. She had insisted I turned off the light. I like to leave the light on after all I am paying so It should be up to me.
A tear welled up in the corner of her right eye rolled down her cheek and soaked into the pillow. Was I struck by this? was I full of pity for the girl I just shagged? Of course not. I am paying.
God she looked old, years older than when I turned off the light just a few minutes previously. years older than the girl who had shared my bed the night before but that is another story and this story is for Daeng.
Been promising myself to write a book someday. Someday never came. A story usually has a time line or a geographical place to place naration. Well place to place is no good because the location is the same Thailand. Timeline, well honestly I remember some but the time is not important lets just say the events have happened over a 16 year period.
Each chapter has a theme. The theme is one girl. One special girl or one not so special but still memorable. Some are short and some long (The stories not the girls) come to think some of the girls were short and some not. However it is not my aim to make comparisons.
I don't class myself as a sex tourist - more a sex adventurer. Some adventures more adventuresome than others.
I had come home only an hour before half drunk and only half surprised that the girl I had brushed past in the hall was now laid on my bed naked and trembling not with passion but with sorrow. Dinner was ready, been ready for hours, wasn't hungry but ate anyways after she had cooked for me.
That was her job. She had washed and ironed my clothes. That was her job. She had cleaned my room. That was her job and now well.....that was her job and after all I am paying aren't
I?
Lying awake in bed. A tear wells up in the corner of the right eye, rolls down the cheek and soaks into the pillow. I drift off to sleep. A sleepless sleep interupted at random intervals the sound of a motorbike in the distance.
I glance at the clock which casts an alien green sheen across the room 2.45am. it fades another tear wells I wipe it away before it joins the pool on the pillow. Tears of sorrow? no just tears of tiredness and frustration.
No sleep for two days or is it three, I loose track. Where is the bitch? The 200 Baht she left a few days is almost gone. There is plenty of food in the room but I ran out of ciggarettes yesterday. I don't crave for the nicotine. To be honest I just need a good shag andDaeng is always a good shag.
Apart from the first night when she cried and trembled beneath me. I don't apologise to you, the reader, if it is difficult to follow this story. It is not a story in the usual sense just a collection of memories. I have not tried to sift these memories to make it easier. I have not spiced up the details. I have not tried to cover things up. I just stick to the theme and the theme for this story is Daeng.
I light a cigarette. Trying to blow smoke rings. They look wierd drifting up to the ceiling in the green glow like little UFO's I light another a few minutes later or is it a few hours later. Never mind she is paying for them. Or is it the Swiss guy paying for them.
I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face. I have three packs on the bedside table alongside the 500 Baht. I plan the action for tomorrow. Down to the beach for a few hours. back at dusk, shower and down to the local (Thai bar) enough for a couple of happy hour Singha's 20 Baht and a happy hour shag 300 Baht still a couple of hundred left and Daeng promised she would be back the day after tomorrow.
The Swiss guy is going home to Swissland which should mean a good pay day, what a sucker. He thinks I am her next door neighbour always buys me a beer when I drop Daeng off at the bar.
"That's a beautiful dress you are wearing darling," what's the party for?
It's difficult to keep balance a bit slippy in the bog behind the Swiss bar. Only chance for a shag and after all the Swiss sucker is outside getting pissed with his mates while his tirak is shagging me round the back.
"The farang bought it for me he love me too much"
"Do you love him?
"me no love him he customer but have kind heart and big ATM card"
She pants a little too loud for my liking, I can hear impatiant huffs from outside the toilet.
"Can't you hurry" up a germanic voice booms.
"No I can't" I shout back "I am getting my end away and not stopping for nobody especially a kraut"
"I am not a German" he responds in an irritated manner "I am Zwizz and I am waiting to pizz"
"well pizz off to the Pizza hut next door and leave us alone you Zwiss cunt" He marches off footsteps disapearing in the distance.
A giggle then "he no have cunt" he have cock, big cock more you"
"how you know?" "he husband me"
Well must admit I almost slipped outof her at that point but Daeng was firmly wedged with her head in the sink while I sinked her from behind.
"How long you been married" I gasp almost on the verge now, must keep the rythem going my legs are going a bit wobbly and sweating like a pig in this musty bog.
"long time now"
""how long?" she twists round looks at her watch and gives me a cheeky grin "nearly two hours, this wedding party me, you like wedding dress me?"
"Of course especially when it's round your waist"
I wish the groom well. Daeng whispers in my ear she wants a tissue. She is dribbling cum down her leg and is scared to get off the bar stool in case she leaves a pool behind.
The Swiss sucker rings the bell. Beers all round. I palm the tissue to Daeng she palms me two crumpled purple notes.
Well looks like I might get a another shag tonight for sure God bless the Kraut (sorry the ZwiZZ. Well he's paying for it now isn't he?
Virgin Massage
Everyone remembers their very first soapy massage. Unless of course you never had a sexy Thai girl sliding up and down your body stimulating parts of your body that you never knew existed before.
Wow have you got something to look forward to!!
Bangkok is the capital of soapy massage, a form of erotic massage that as far as I know doesn't exist in the same form anywhere else in the world. However, for me Bangkok was not the scene for my first venture into the realm of massage ecstasy. Pattaya was the scene for my first virgin massage. To be continued.....
Wow have you got something to look forward to!!
Bangkok is the capital of soapy massage, a form of erotic massage that as far as I know doesn't exist in the same form anywhere else in the world. However, for me Bangkok was not the scene for my first venture into the realm of massage ecstasy. Pattaya was the scene for my first virgin massage. To be continued.....
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