Massage and Sex in Indonesia and the UK

By P.C. Anders

Sometimes, they want it, and you don't. Sometimes, you want it, but they don't. You can't always get what you want (and neither can they), but the oldest game in the world--seduction--might sometimes lead to both of you getting what you want. So the author concludes in this short, sexy, experience-filled book. The author describes how massage can be a gateway to consensual, joyous sex in many countries, and not just in Southeast Asia, but sometimes in the West (the episodes in this book take place in Bali, Java, London, and Edinburgh). Even though, in some cases, the encounters do not lead to sex, the process can be exciting and sensual, and much intimacy is possible in the relaxed and frank atmosphere presented by the massage. The ultimate result, in either case, is a rise in the world's Gross Happiness Index: a victory for humanity.

The book provides occasional advice on strategies that might lead to a sensual outcome in Indonesia (where 90 percent of this book is set); this advice probably holds good for many Southeast Asian countries.

Some adult content: not for prudish or politically correct readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: P.C. Anders
• Release date: Dec 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502263179

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Copyright © 2014 P.C. Anders

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CONTENT DISCLAIMER: The characters and events in this book are fictional and imaginary, a projection of fantasy, and any resemblance to real persons, events, or countries is purely coincidental. Creative liberties using a modicum of reality as a springboard are a regular feature of this author’s writings. Not for the puritanical or the politically correct; this book has sexual content.

P.C. (Peter) Anders is a New Yorker who has lived in various countries of Southeast Asia and traveled widely. He is the author of several other books.

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Table of Contents

CopyrightPage

Preface: Massage as a Gateway to Sex

Kuta Bunga

Dewi

Sari

The Hotel In-Call or In-House Masseuse

England and Scotland

Such Self-Absorption (A Half-Comic Rant)

Preface (Continued)

Epilogue: A Brief Guide to Massage in Indonesia

Other Books By the Author

Preface: Massage as a Gateway to Sex

IF THERE IS SUCH A thing as a criminal, then the whole race is tainted.—Henry Miller, Nexus.

Sometimes, they want it, and you don’t. Sometimes, you want it, but they don’t. Thus begins the oldest game in history: the game of seduction, arousal, sexual persuasion ... and sometimes, the game of love.

As in nearly all areas of life, you can’t always get what you want, as The Rolling Stones song goes. But if you keep trying, you just might, sometimes, get what you need.

For years after my introduction to massage in America, I did not even bother to try. Indeed, I made every attempt to hide, and sometimes suppress, my sexual desires and fantasies. While I was lucky to discover a few good massage therapists, compassionate and very much in tune with me, many others made me feel guilty and defensive about any sexual feelings towards them (they were all women), and guilty even about erections that sprang up because ... because that was what God had programmed penises to do in the presence of a beautiful woman: stand up, to show her some respect (and, if it was a Japanese dick, to bow).

It was only after I had spent years in East Asia (mainly Southeast Asia, which has strong Chinese influence) that I realized that ... [Continued at the end of this book]

Kuta Bunga

IT IS A PARTLY SUNNY, warm and humid day in Bali, the home of the gods, and of flesh-and-blood, sensual goddesses (at least, that’s the way I think of them).

It’s around 2 pm, and I am waiting. Waiting in a