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You may know that a few weeks ago I hurt my neck. So as not to keep you in suspense, I will let you know that this massage was pretty good, an American fella living and working in a little room on the outskirts of Playa del Carmenbent, prodded, cracked and stretched me to the verge of tears.
Massage for me has become synonymous with bad experiences. I have had 5 massages Thai testicle massage my life, one was just uncomfortable, one was very awkward, one was extremely inappropriateand one hurt physically the 5th being the latest, and good one. Massage 1 happened a few years ago in Thailandmy first experience of being fondled by another human being or myself without it being a sexual prelude.
All was going well until about an hour in, when I felt a strong urge to empty my bladder. I am sometimes too polite, and not having a way to explain my predicament to the Thai speaking lady going at my musculature, I decided to hang on, thinking it would only be a few more minutes, surely. I was in agony, I kept expecting the massage to finish, and she kept applying pressure to the region around my Thai testicle massage, oblivious to the imminent danger she was in. This one takes place on a little island off Cambodiaa veritable paradise, nothing but a few basic bungalows and family eateries on the beach.
We spent a week swimming and staring out across the ocean. A more idyllic scene you would be hard pressed to imagine. Sundown in Cambodia is the domain of the giant flesh destroying mosquito, experience had ensured that I always took precautions and smothered myself Thai testicle massage ozone destroying amounts of bug spray. This evening however, we had wandered to the other end of the beach and decided on an impromptu massage. I lay down on the outdoor bed, closed my eyes and sunk into a deeply relaxing state as the Cambodian lady with magic hands began kneading the tension from my body.
I brushed one away from my arm, then a couple from my leg, then the noise was in my ear, then in both ears, then I was slapping myself like a crazy person. As I swatted furiously, the monstrous carnivores actually seemed to double their efforts, as if word had spread to get the bastard who had killed their comrades. The massage lady was oblivious, within a minute, I had a dozen bites and was itching like crazy, and she had not been touched.
Deciding I could not maintain my politeness anymore, I jumped up, shouted a quick thank you, and ran in as manly a fashion as one can when fleeing from tiny little bugs, into the ocean. I felt bad that she would think her massage was under-par, but the pain these tiny little demons were causing was unbearable. I made my way back to our section of beach by keeping myself submerged in the oceans viscous shield, hoping the mutant mosquitoes had not evolved a way to attack underwater. Then there was the guy in Nepal.
Sarah went off to have her massage with the ladies, and I walked off with my masseuse who happened to be an extremely lady-like fella, really just a bit of lippy away from a vagina and one bad week a month. If this had been the only issue, I would have been fine, but he proceeded to give me a terrible massage, while regaling my worn out ear drums with tales of how crappy his life was. Then, to top it off, he climbed on my back, clenched his bare legs against my oily side, and rested his obviously loose hanging testicles between my buttocks and Thai testicle massage back, right in the curve there was, thankfully, a bit of thin trouser material between me and my first tea bagging.
This massage, although innocent and pretty good, took my unfortunate luck a little bit further; further being all the way up my inner thigh. Making the most of our time, we went for a traditional Ayurvedic massage. By now I should have known better, but I had to at least once in my life have a good massage, things were surely bound to change! With this thought in mind I fare welled Sarah as she went off with the ladies, and was led into a room with not 1, but 2 Indian gentlemen, who although very friendly, were completely lacking in boundaries.
I was asked to remove my clothes and given a towel more appropriate for hand drying than genital coverage. Thai testicle massage lay down on the massage table and had warm oil dribbled over my skin, from there the 2 gents grabbed a leg each, and began vigorously rubbing me down. It felt good, great in fact, the oil heated up under their hands and I could feel my muscles releasing their tension, and then…bump? The testicle massage continued in a fashion which completely overshot any sort of boundaries we may have in the West, my man bags and butt muscles received about as much attention as possible without a fella batting for the other team.
After they had pretty much had their way with me, I was taken to a shower, stripped of my itsy bitsy towel, and stood with my whirly gig on display, they turned on the shower and made sure it was the right temperature before leaving me to scrub away the shame, and cry into my spilled milk metaphorically speaking. Actually, it was a good massage, and to these guys, googly bits are just in the way Thai testicle massage getting the job done.
Well, nothing earth shattering, I now know that underwear is optional in Nepal, you should urinate before a massage, mosquitoes are the devils plaything, man touching is acceptable in India, and I am surprisingly OK with it. I love a good massage but am always a little worried about what is going to happen. Touch wood not that wood.
What a great story!! I laughed from beginning to end!! What Thai testicle massage it called and where is it? Thanks JC. Now I know what you meant by massages seldom going well for you. Are you some sort of misfortune magnet? Anyway, thanks for sharing your experiences. I hope you make the most of em there in Thailand, and that they work out better than mine! Oh man! Ha, my missus had a thai massage in australia and the lady tweaked her boob. We have had dozens and dozens of truly great massages around Thai testicle massage world but, we too, have a list of uncomfortable, bad, awkward and downright wrong massages as well!
In short it said winky face and thank you very much for the amazing dinner. It was great to meet you guys. Was actually reading your write up on dentist in Thailand when i dipped into your massage adventures.
I was laughing out loud and in tears, loved your story telling. Wow thanks mate, I think that is the best compliment I have ever had on here. I love Bill Bryson! Save my name,and website in this browser for the next time I comment.
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In order of discomfort, for your amusement, I present, The Massage Memoirs: Massage 1 — The leaky bladder Massage 1 happened a few years ago in Thailandmy first experience of being fondled by another human Thai testicle massage or myself without it being a sexual prelude.
Half an hour later… I was in agony, I kept expecting the massage to finish, and she kept applying pressure to the region around my bladder, oblivious to the imminent danger she was in. Massage 2 — The Mosquito Magnet This one takes place on a little island off Cambodiaa veritable Thai testicle massage, nothing but a few basic bungalows and family eateries on the beach.
Except for the bugs. It always amazes me how such tiny creatures can single-handedly destroy paradise. Not very relaxing. OK, 3 bumps is not necessarily intentional, but, bumpbumpbumpbumpbump. Whoooooa Nelly! So what have I learned Well, nothing earth shattering, I now know that underwear is optional in Nepal, you should urinate before a massage, mosquitoes are the devils plaything, man touching is acceptable in India, and I am surprisingly OK with it.Thai testicle massage
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