Day 6 Pattaya: Forced rest in Jomtien – massage that turns into gentle sex

Day 6 Pattaya: Forced rest in Jomtien - massage that turns into gentle sex

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I'm wrecked, body on fire, ass still sensitive from yesterday's passive. Today total rest: Jomtien beach, parasol, ice-cold Chang beer. Around 3 pm a stunning 23-24yo approaches for 500 baht massage. Sketchy private shack, coconut oil. Back, legs… then she feels my hard-on. Slippery handjob, soft blowjob, slow cowgirl, tits bouncing. Doggy, deep but not brutal thrusts. Came inside, calm and satisfying. Paid 1500 baht. No extreme, just very welcome rest. Pattaya burned me out, but here I caught my breath again.

I’m wiped out. Body screaming stop since yesterday. Cock irritated, ass still sensitive from the passive, muscles everywhere on fire. The trans flipped my head with that insane prostate orgasm. I decided rest today. No bars, no quickies, no Walking Street. Beach. Jomtien, calmer than Pattaya Beach. Songthaew 30 baht, got off around noon. Hot sand, blue sea, few people. Rented parasol 200 baht, sun lounger, ice-cold Chang beer. Lying down, eyes closed. Waves lapping. Finally some calm. Thought about the divorce, the 35-year-old ex who wouldn’t even give a hug. Here I burned everything in 5 days. Need to breathe. One life, but not to destroy yourself.

The beach proposal

Around 3 pm, a young woman approaches. Very beautiful. 23-24 years old, golden skin, long wavy black hair, tiny red bikini, slim body with perfect curves, natural firm breasts, soft but direct smile. “Massage? Good oil massage, very relax.” Decent English, calm voice. 500 baht for 1 hour. I hesitate. Body says no, but hands on me… why not. I accept. She says “come, private place, better”. Not out in the open beach. She leads me to a small shack behind the parasols. Kind of wooden cabin, fabric curtain, smell of coconut oil and slight mold. A bit shady: thin mattress on the floor, creaking fan, dim light through the fabric, stained walls, distant wave noise. But ok, private. I lie down on my stomach naked. She starts. Warm oil, firm hands. Back, shoulders, legs. Perfect pressure. Strong coconut smell. I relax. Cock reacts despite the fatigue.

The massage that goes off track

She notices. Laughs softly. “You hard already.” Turns me on my back. Massages chest, goes down to stomach. Slow handjob, slippery oil. Then blowjob. Gentle, not too deep, tongue playing around. Warm mouth. I get hard fast. She climbs on top. Cowgirl. Tight pussy, hot, wet. Moves slowly. Breasts bouncing. I touch, caress, lightly pinch nipples. Rhythm picks up a bit. Hip slaps. She moans softly “yes baby”. Normal, classic. I suggested anal. “Anal?” She shakes her head right away. “No anal, sorry, only normal.” Too bad. I thrust harder. Doggy on the mattress. Round ass, soft skin. Deep thrusts. Smell of sex + coconut oil + mold from the shack. She moans more. “Fuck me papi”. Not wild, no crazy screams. Just good rhythm. I didn’t last long. Too exhausted to hold out. Came inside, calm explosion. Not insane, but pleasant. Simple. Satisfying. She smiles. “Good finish?” Yes. Paid 1500 baht total. She left after a quick kiss, happy.

Not crazy, but good. Normal fuck in a shady shack behind the beach. No anal, no extreme. Just a very beautiful young girl who massaged me and fucked me nice and easy. Suits me perfectly. I needed rest. Body thanks me. No marathon tonight. Head too. One life, but sometimes you gotta know how to slow down.

End of the day

Back to the beach after. Stayed until sunset. Beer, waves, calm. Body less painful. Cock at rest. Back to hotel around 8 pm. Long shower. Slept early. Compared to the wild nights? Yesterday intense passive, prostate on fire. Before that threesome, quickies, trans. Tonight… nothing extreme. And it’s perfect. I tested the extreme. Almost enough. Tomorrow last day. Flight back to Zurich in the evening. Maybe one last small plan. Or just chill. Final threesome? Two trans + young girl? Mutual anal? Body leans no. Head hesitates a bit. Pattaya transformed me. Zurich is going to feel bland. But I’ll try normal life. Work, friends, maybe a girl who dares a little. Not like the ex. We’ll see.

Tomas. Night 6. Forced rest, but welcome.

Tomas

My name is Tomas, I’m 35 years old, and after a few crappy years with my wife, a difficult divorce, and an early inheritance advance, I’m treating myself to a week in Thailand where I allow myself anything.

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