I told Donny, my Canadian friend from Alberta, Canada that he’s missing out on a lot by focusing on the erotic aspect of Thai massages and forgetting the many, many pleasures that a sincere Thai girl can offer. But Donny, an independent soul if there ever was one, said to me one morning over his daily Pizza Hut breakfast of a medium sausage pizza with a Coke chaser, “Look pal,” Donny said, “you can do whatever floats your boat but my morning ritual is not going to change. I want the quick and easy rub and tug lasting no more than a couple minutes-then I’m good for the day…until my afternoon massage.”
Donny, became my mission in Pattaya. I was determined to show him the more beautiful aspects and the versatility of massages in Pattaya. “Donny, “ I offered, tomorrow afternoon you’re coming with me to my peek-a-boo massage shop dishing up an extensive menu of marvelous massages from the traditional Thai massage to the opulent hot stone massage. Reluctantly, Donny agreed.
“How did you ever find this place?”, Donny questioned. The treat was on me so I selected a VIP Jacuzzi room, with a king-size massage table and allowed Donny to pick from a dozen or so of the most beautiful massage girls in Thailand. I could see he was having a hard choice. Who wouldn’t?
“I want Da,” he said, and off they went to massage heaven. I selected Singaporn, my favorite massage girl. Donny and I went our separate ways for the next hour…at least, I thought it was only going to be one hour. Singaporn gave me her specialty…a half and half for the sixty minutes and we both retired to the lovely reception area expecting to see Donny and Da.
Apparently, Donny and Da were enjoying themselves for Donny had extended his one-hour massage to two hours…so much for the couple minutes of rub and tug. Two hours later, Donny limped into the reception area for the traditional cup of after-massage, hot tea with the widest smile, the biggest grin of satisfaction.
“Thank you pal,” Donny said, “that was the most pleasurable two hours of my life. We were in complete privacy with a Jacuzzi large enough for two, even the massage bed was big enough for both of us plus my exquisite Da showered with me, and dried me with plush towels.”
To myself I thought-mission accomplished. Not only was Donny exposed to the more scintillating massage moments but, based on the smile stretched across Donny’s face, I believe he got everything he wished for and more.
A 15-year friendship is a long time. Any 15-year male-female relationship is an extra long time. Today, a 15 year marriage is a long, long time so a decade and half love affair between a German ex-pat visiting Thailand for two weeks once a year and his committed Thai lady is almost beyond belief. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it for myself.
We called him Rich but he preferred that his friends call him by his given name-Ulrich. He said that
once the Thai girls overheard someone call him Rich, why, then the girls assumed he was, in fact, a very rich man. Quite the opposite was true; Ulrich was a hard working and dedicated government worker, slaving away at some nondescript job in Berlin. Ulrich, was rather nondescript himself in that at 57 years of age he had never married, never had a serious German relationship and seldom dated or went out alone. Certainly, he was no Sylvester Stallone of Bruce Willis.
Convinced that what he read and heard about Pattaya was the perfect place for his annual two-week vacation, Ulrich ventured away from his regular summer vacation to a seaside resort in Spain. What Ulrich experienced on his first day, practically his first hour, in Pattaya changed his life forever.
Within minutes of reaching his hotel, bravely, Ulrich walked into the very popular and always busy massage shop just outside the Royal Garden Plaza on Beach Road. You understand that it took enormous courage for Ulrich to go anywhere outside his own small world but nearing sixty years old he promised himself a vacation of a lifetime and followed his instincts when an attractive eighteen year old massage girl screamed out to him from her bench on Beach Road “Massage, massage.”
This was Kip’s first week in Pattaya. She too held a very secluded life in her hometown of Ubon Ratchathani. It’s quite possible that Kip was even more nervous, shyer than Ulrich…that was before Kip’s energetic massage. By the time Kip’s massage finished, Ulrich believed that in spite of their age difference, cultural, religious, educational and language difference’s, Kip was made for him. A couple more visits to Kip and Ulrich proposed marriage. Surprisingly, Kip accepted immediately if Ulrich would visit her family in Ubon Ratchathani and they married in a Buddhist ceremony with her whole family attending. It became a done deal. Ulrich would continue to stay in Berlin until his retirement and pension kicked in. Kip would return to her hometown, live, once-again with her mama and papa. Plus Ulrich would wire her the equivilant of $700.00 monthly…every month.
Fast forward fifteen years and both Rich and Kip, young enough to be his grand-daughter, are happily married, settled into a quiet lifestyle in Ubon Ratchathani. Kip works as a street food vendor earning some small but welcome monthly income, Rich has never been more happy, more relaxed and satisfied; all because of his brave venture into Pattaya-or otherwise know as the Sex Capital of The World.
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Who would have predicted that Dave G., a semi-retired Australian real estate developer, would have a single Pattaya massage that would change his life forever and for the better.
David explained, “I’ve been getting Thai massages for years, probably ten years or more. At first, I lived in Chaing Mai for a couple years, then moved to Bangkok for a little more activity and about three years ago, I ventured to Pattaya for a one week beach-side retreat. Nearly a month in Pattaya convinced me that this city by the sea was perfect for me.”
Massages were a daily ritual for David. The low, low cost and handy availability- a massage location on practically every block-made a daily massage a real treat. David sort of drift
ed from one massage shop to another; sometimes preferring one for a month or two but never being committed to any particular shop or Thai masseuse.
As David reported, “I only had to walk one-step into this secretive but beautifully laid out massage shop to know-right from the get go-that I found what I was searching for.”
As we’ve learned, David is an independent Aussie sort, preferring to spend a day at the Naklua Fishing Pier, for example, by himself, pondering his future, the ways of the world and his grateful decision to make Pattaya his home.
With a long list of successful massages and an even longer list of Thai girlfriends, David was happy as a hog in poo-poo heaven when he sauntered into the most unusual massage parlor in Pattaya.
“Not only was I engulfed by a marvelous reception but within a minute or two at least a dozen or more of the loveliest Thai girls ever assembled in one location surrounded me, each quietly, non-verbally beckoning for my attention,” David explained. “The choice was difficult. How to select one from the many? So, I did what any stout-hearted Aussie would do, I chose two Thai girls to give me a four hand oil massage.“David said. He continued, “One the spitting image of Kim Kardashian and one who reminded me of Jennifer Anniston.
Since that fateful day, David has returned to his most favorite massage studio numerous times, tasting the styles and professionalism of every Thai girl on the premises. As David put it, “Each Thai masseuse seems better than all the previous ones. Impossible but true.”
David pattered on, hardly catching a breath between his exasperations, “They said they were sisters, they looked alike, Melon was tall, quite tall, with long legs and a lovely, carefree disposition, Meow was almost as tall but slightly reserved when compared to her sister.” Many men fancy themselves with two sisters, maybe twins, but two sisters is close enough for most. So, when the receptionist at My Girl Massage suggested that David might enjoy a four-hand outcall massage by two sisters, David grabbed his once in a lifetime opportunity.
It was only four o’clock in the afternoon and the sisters weren’t expected at his hotel room until nine in the evening so David took a walk along the shoreline of Beach Road stopping for a couple beers at the Beer Garden on Beach Road. This was the slow season, the middle of July so plenty of seating was available most anywhere David lit. Drowning himself in titillating thoughts about his upcoming encounter with two sisters, David barely noticed the time. He’d been sitting and sipping at a favored booth at the edge of the pier watching the sunset. “Goodness,” David thought, I better hustle. It’s eight o’clock and my sisters are expected in an hour.”
The next thing David reported to his Aussie mates was that there were two beautiful Thai girls; one on each side of his bed pressuring his naked and prone body with four hands, four legs, two gorgeous, continuing faces exhorting two lovely smiles…just for him.
Half way through the massage it became hard for David to compose his behavior for Meow and Melon had stopped massaging him and were concentrating on each other. It started as a tickling session than graduated to grabbing each others hands, a pinch on each others cheeks and some added intimate play that only sisters could get away with. Clearly, they both liked and loved each other…preferring an exchange of sisterly love to whatever promise that David offered.
Before David could gather his wits, it was him straddling the edge of the bed with the sisters claiming the center and all the pillows. David thought, “Well, let them have their fun, I’ll enjoy being a voyeur.” And fun they did have. Sure, David didn’t get all that he bargained for. His was a part time massage but it was an experience he wouldn’t trade for all the beer in Pattaya. David paid the sisters, kissed the girls goodbye and generously wished them a happy life together. With his Elvis Presley drawl he said, “Thank ya, thank ya very much.”
“The surprise of my life,” David chuckled, “early the next morning Meow called my room and promised to return that evening with a special “thank you” massage from she and her sister Melon. They wanted to come again. And of course I wanted the same.
Morris, an old hand in Thailand but a novice when it came to Pattaya massages and especially Pattaya Outcall massages spent an extra few minutes under the hot, steamy shower at the Sheraton Hotel. As excited as he was to welcome the yet unseen but reportedly beautiful massage girl from My Girl Massage, he wanted to be ready to accept his outcall girl with his body and mind fully extended…willing to enjoy every moment of the two full hours he reserved for himself.
Toweling himself, he heard the soft knock on his hotel door and practically glided to welcome whoever she might be. Morris thought, “ I hope she’s as gorgeous as they say. I want this evening to be really special.” He hardly remembers opening the door; for standing in front of him was the most magnificent Thai girl he’s ever seen. Maybe he was overly enthralled with high expectations or maybe Oui, the massage girl, was as good looking as they say.
Morris’ eyes didn’t fool him. Oui was a magnificent creature, maybe one of the most beautiful girls in all of Pattaya. She reminded me of a bronzed Britney Spears. Along side her was a shy, diminutive, little girl in a short, fire engine red dress, probably still in her teen years who barely raised her head or eyes from her downward stare.
In her broken English, Oui asked, “You want me?” Morris anxiously responded, “Sure, of course, please come in-both of you.” Oui introduced her shy friend Alisa saying, “She’s an apprentice, never did an outcall massage and only a few massages in the shop. Will it be okay if Alisa watches?” To Morris, this backward voyeur approach was appealing. Having a young girl watch the massage movements, the body stroking, the eroticism was a real turn-on. “I’ll be happy to have Alisa watch,” Morris answered.
During the course of Oui’s two hour massage, Morris snuck sneak peeks at little Alisa, who didn’t take her eyes off the action on the bed. Maybe it was Morris’s imagination but it appeared that shy Alisa was enjoying the massage as much as him. Her wiggling in her seat, her constant sipping from her water bottle, her heavy breathing was, to Morris, a sure signal that some fire was itching to come out from Alisa’s persona.
Oui asked, “You okay, you happy.” The two hours was up but Morris’s still had some added nighttime activity in mind and staring directly at teenage Alisa said, “For desert, I’ll take the girl in the red dress.”
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