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The Surprising Reasons He Turns You Down For Sex
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So, you threw yourself at your boyfriend and he turned you down. Ouch. Now, not only is your ego bruised, but you’re also wondering if there’s something wrong with you, him, or your relationship. We’re here to assure you that there isn’t—even the most horndog dude is going to go through times when he just doesn’t want to have sex. We explain why it’s normal, and what you can do to get him thinking sexy again.
Why He Sometimes Isn’t Into It
First of all, it’s a myth that men think about sex every seven seconds. In fact, a new study found that it’s closer to 19 times a day—and while that still sounds like a lot, just because he’s thinking about it hardly means he wants it right then and there, points out Ian Kerner, PhD, sex therapist and author of She Comes First. Plus, in this economy, it’s likely that he’s going to be less interested in sex in general. “Men derive their sexual self-esteem from their careers and financial security,” explains Kerner. If he’s struggling in either of those areas right now, getting busy may literally be one of the last things on his mind.
The Truth About Guys and Sex
Sexual rejection sucks for men or women, but experts say it stings even more for the ladies. That’s because men are brought up with this idea that they’ll have to go to bat and strike out multiple times before making a hit. Women, on the other hand, are wired to believe that men are always ready to reach home base and never turn down a booty opportunity. So when he negs you, it seems unnatural, and you may worry that something’s wrong with your relationship. But the occasional mismatch in desire is normal. “You can’t just flash him or grab his crotch and expect him to be instantly hard,” says Kerner. “Guys often need to gradually transition into sex with mental coaxing and foreplay too.”
A Simple Way to Pump His Desire
You’ve come onto him, he’s not feeling it, and now you’re tempted to pout or stick it to him with a zinger like, “What kind of man are you?” Unless you want to kill his ego, resist. Guilt trips and emasculation are not going to get you laid. Instead, Kerner suggests giving him a kiss and saying, “Okay, rain check,” then dropping the topic.
If you’re really in the mood and think his no had some leeway, give this a try: plant a sexy thought in his head, which could make his lust level do a 360. Kerner recommends saying something like, “Oh man, I just had this flashback of that night I was riding you in my five inch high heels and got so turned on.” It’s pretty tasty bait—but it’s also non-committal enough that if he’s still not up for it, you won’t feel totally burned...again.
(By JESSICA KNOLL - Cosmopolitan.com)
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Between Love and Madness
Girls in their summer dresses we all know about, but what about boys in their summer bathing trunks? Him, in particular, his long-legged body, not hideously six-packed in the current style, but elegantly constructed—beautiful even, in an antelope kind of way. His smooth olive-tone skin tanned to an almost non-Caucasian pitch, and my own much lighter skin burnished to a red-brown by incessant and patient exposure.
He always wore the plainest of business suits, black or navy, not a man to take sartorial chances—or risks of any sort, really, except in bed, where he kept leading me forward, closer to the precipice, that moment where you drop off the boundary of your own precarious identity and into someone else’s terrain. “Do I own you now?” he used to ask me breathlessly after some particularly entwined bout of lovemaking. Neither of us tended to speak much during sex, except for his habit of punctuating the silence with cursory yet infinitely flattering statements like “Someone should bottle you” after he rose up from nuzzling me below. So the ownership question came out with the force of a mission statement, one I signed off on. That summer, at least, he owned me. What was the point in pretending otherwise?
Who can forget a summer swimming in sex? Even now, far from those days and that sort of abandon, I have only to conjure up that time, more than two decades ago, to feel cramped with longing, a sensation of something dropping deep inside of me. That was also the summer I was introduced to a kind of sex I hadn’t yet let myself in for, either because it wasn’t available or I wasn’t. Nothing to do with nipple clamps or threesomes or licking honey off a prone and naked body—none of that would have appealed to me then, as it doesn’t now. No, it had to do with the way he took forever about gliding into me and the way he pushed me into new positions, and new submissions as well, not overtly of the S&M kind, but with a subtext that always hovered around the issue of power, intimating at the unspoken questions: How much do you want this? and What are you willing to do for it?
I can still recall, as though it happened yesterday, walking out of the ocean that Saturday, aware of him studiously pretending not to watch me from where he lay on his towel, conscious of the way the brief dip had made my already conspicuous nipples stand out and the way my wet, slicked-back hair brought out the angles of my face. That was the summer my body was quite something in a black one-piece. I’ve always preferred the subtle eroticism of one-pieces to the soft porn of bikinis, but sometimes I wonder if these were the kind of preferences that drew us apart in the first place. That, and his wish to toy with me, not in a good, tantalizing way—although he did that well too—but with a steely withholding style that made me madly in need of sustenance, like a hungry baby looking for a breast.
For a while, I was willing to do anything—bend over with my head on the bed and my posterior high in the air, for instance, so that he could approach me from underneath. I liked neither of us seeing the other’s face, which is often taken to be intrinsically demeaning and developmentally arrested, but which I found to be the best way of getting past the endlessly scrutinizing aspect of sex. For a while after we parted (the final time we parted, I should say, since by then parting itself had become a kind of coming together), I’d lie on my bed and try to reenact this particular position in my mind—a monologue pretending to be a dialogue.
He took up all the available space in my head that summer, even though I was supposed to be busy pursuing my Higher Literary Calling. To which end I’d gone off at the beginning of July to spend a month at Yaddo, a writers’ and artists’ colony in Saratoga Springs, New York. You had to jump through various hoops to be accepted to the place, and I guess I should have been flattered that they took me, someone with only a sheaf of book reviews and two published short stories under her belt. But what hope did Yaddo, with its mosquitoes, its self-conscious poets and networking novelists, have of holding me when he (for want of anything else, I’ll resort to the slightly French affectation of using initials and call him J.C.) was back in New York City? I wanted his hands sliding down my body as though he were just discovering my contours. I wanted him lying, exhausted by exertion, next to me as we slept.
For 10 days, I went dutifully to my studio in the woods and tried to write. I think in all that time I managed to finish the second half of a book review I’d started back in the city, when I wasn’t lying by the pool or talking with other Yaddo residents about suitably bookish things. Mostly, I was lost in visions of J.C. playing with his rubber duckie in the bath, J.C. tracing and retracing his long fingers around first one of my breasts and then the other, J.C. putting his mouth on mine as if he were planning to suck the air out of me, kissing me with consuming but unslobby ardor. What was it about him that so moved me? This seemed far more important for me to parse than why—for the sole purpose of improving my own standing in the colony’s tacit but very obvious hierarchy of talent—Walker Percy’s The Moviegoer was my favorite contemporary novel.
On the second Friday, I gave up on the charade. I first booked a round-trip train ticket, so as not to lose my blinding sense of intention, and then explained to the writer who ran the colony with his much older (and more famous) wife that a dire family emergency suddenly required my immediate but short-lived attendance back home. I was torn, I assured the director, about whether to go and interrupt this extraordinary opportunity to convene with the woods à la Thoreau, but I would make it as quick a stay as I could. He bought into my bald excuses with utmost grace. How was he to know that under my serious-seeming writerly self was a creature deranged by sexual longing, an updated and less provincial version of Madame Bovary, dying to escape her small-town existence and have another fling with the callous Rodolphe?
I was back in the city and in J.C.’s low and not particularly comfortable bed by Friday evening, but something had gone wrong the next day, after we had subwayed and ferried over to Fire Island. I may have said something mocking but affectionate that he took to be merely mocking. I only know that by the time I walked out of the ocean, we were no longer on speaking terms. J.C. ignored me as I settled back on the beach towel he’d brought; he continued to lie silently on his side of the towel, his arms folded behind his head and his eyes closed as he gave himself up to the peak rays. I lay on my stomach, staring out onto the crowded beach that seemed to shimmer in the heat, wondering why I’d ever succumbed to a man who disliked me as much as he lusted after me right from the start. For the next hour or two, as the afternoon grew cooler and my skin took on the crunchy texture of sand mixed with tanning cream, we coexisted without a word passing between us. I made several firm decisions in my head, scrambling to find a foothold in the chaotic intermittence of J.C.’s affections. (1) I’d pay more attention to my writing upon my return to Yaddo. (2) From here on, I’d stop trying to endear myself to men who viewed me with a mixture of hostility and curiosity, as though I were an exotic species of female that happened to crawl out from under a rock. (3) More specifically, I’d try to bring this day to a close without getting teary or angry, and then, calling on whatever lingering strength of character I had, I’d put J.C. and his bedroom skills behind me forever.
Somewhere between leaving the beach and the ferry ride, we started talking again. Once he decided he’d been punitive or distancing enough, J.C.’s relational style was to act as if nothing had gone awry—no rift, no icy walls between us. By this point, I was so reduced by his ability to leave me behind like a piece of debris that I embraced the chance to be part of a couple again, my girlfriend to his boyfriend. It was in this humbled but also agitated spirit that I went back to his apartment with him. He warmed up some uninspired leftovers, and we sat at the small half circle of a table that stood against a bare wall in his minimalist studio apartment and made desultory conversation. I had spent 10 days at Yaddo daydreaming about going to bed with him, which was why I went home with him rather than holding my head up high and bidding him a cool adieu the minute we hit the city. I assume he knew this as well as—if not better than—I did, but at some point I gathered up the few remaining shreds of false dignity I had and murmured that I had to make the last train back to Saratoga Springs. As if on cue, J.C. got up and sauntered over to his bed, which was all of a few feet away, and lay down on it. “Come over here,” he said. “You don’t really want to go now, do you? I bet I know what you want.”
You bet he did. What’s the point of fighting the insinuating nature of desire when it won’t leave you alone, won’t shut up until you attend to it? I walked over to the far side of J.C.’s bed and stood there shyly, like a girl fresh off a Nebraska farm. I was wearing a long, flimsy skirt, circa the late 1970s, and I stood there silently wondering how to move the scene forward without completely selling myself out. And then, in his deft, wordless way, J.C. rolled toward my side and pulled me toward him. He stared into my face with his large, somewhat wary brown eyes, as though he understood that things were difficult for me, a girl dealing with too many inner conflicts (none of which, it was understood, had anything to do with him), and then he put his hand up under my skirt and pulled down my underpants—not all the way down, but somewhere in the vicinity of my ankles. He continued to watch me closely as he put his hand up under my skirt.
The frenzied feeling of being away from him, followed by the thwarted day at the beach, followed now by the way he seemed to coax me into my own need for him, all worked in desire’s favor. “You feel so milky,” he said. When he came inside me, smelling of Old Spice and the faintest whiff of something musky coming off his skin—he was the most excretion-less man I’ve ever been with; I don’t think I ever saw him sweat—it all made sense again. “Do I own you now?” he asked, as though the whole point of our tortuous dance was to corral me like some undomesticated beast and lead me on a rope into the tent he had pitched against the encroaching darkness. “Yes,” I whispered, like I always did.
I returned to Yaddo the following day, after J.C. went to work, dressed in his aspiring professional uniform, but by then it was already too late to pretend I was serious about becoming part of a writerly community. I was a loner at heart, looking to be taken up by another loner—someone who understood that under my barricaded demeanor I was bursting to open my gates to the next proprietary male. Ownership made sense to me, it always had, suggesting a kind of safety in confinement. It couldn’t last, of course, that kind of is-this-love-or-is-this-hate entanglement, but I swear it makes my brain smoke just to consider it all these years later.
Excerpted from Sugar in My Bowl: Real Women Write About Real Sex, edited by Erica Jong.
(Source: elle.com - BY DAPHNE MERKIN)
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I love this time of year. The freakin snow is finally gone. The weather is getting warmer. And guys are finally coming out of winter hibernation and visiting The Business. Of course it helps that everyone is just now getting their tax refunds.
We've also seen a wave of newbies just over the last 2 weeks. I was wondering where all these new faces have been hiding and Trina half jokingly blamed my blog. Now that's an unpleasant and scary thought. I mean we could really use the business right now, but I'm still terrified of meeting guys who have found me off the internet.
Luckily, none of theses newbies have said anything. One of the first things I ask a new customer is "where did you hear about us?" Most of them either saw our recent ad in the weekly entertainment rag, or heard about us from a friend. But what I really wanted to talk about today is all the newbie mistakes they keep making! I mean it's been so bad that I didn't even offer options to a number of guys recently, and I actually had to throw two customers out!
So what I want to talk about today is...
Basic Massage Parlor Tips for Newbies
Several of my early blog posts cover this topic, but I wonder if any of you new readers have even bothered to look at the old stuff. A lot of good info in there guys. But consider today a sort of refresher.
Tip #1 - Don't ask about options on the phone.
This also applies to the front desk. I don't know how many time I've had to hang up on guys, or ask them to leave. Under no circumstances ask what's going to happen in the room - until you're in the room. Period. Don't call up and ask "Hey - how much for a handjob?" or "Can I get a happy ending here?" Our basic policy is to immediately explain that we are not that kind of place, then end the conversation.
For some of you new guys, I know it can be frustrating and intimidating not knowing if you're in an actual massage parlor or not. But this is a leap of faith that you have to make. Once in the room, your masseuse may reveal that she offers "clothing options" at the beginning of the massage (like me). If she does, then you're getting a happy ending - guaranteed. You don't need to ask! I can't say this too many times - I don't remove my top for therapeutic reasons.
If she doesn't offer to disrobe at the beginning, then she might just offer a happy ending at the very end of your session. But bringing it up outside the room is just in poor form and will probably get your ass thrown out. DON'T DO IT.
I had to throw out a couple of newbies for this just recently. These guys would not stop asking about options while standing at the front desk. If I think you're just being naive because you're new, I'll tell you to ask again in the room (HINT: If you ask about a happy ending and you DON'T get thrown out, you're gonna get a happy ending).
Tip #2 - Don't assume we're full service
Just because I'm naked and working your junk with my hands doesn't mean I'm THAT kind of girl. Hey - what do you expect? This is a MASSAGE PARLOR, not a brothel. But really, if you want to know what I am willing to do just ask. The polite way to find out if a masseuse will suck your cock is "Excuse me, but are you full service?" I am totally NOT offended by this question, and actually appreciate you bringing it up so I can talk about what I am willing to do in the room.
To be honest, it's not the assuming that really bothers me, it's when a customer immediately becomes all hands. We HATE grabby guys. I allow most customers to touch within reason, but you have to ask first. And if a newbie just won't take "no" for an answer, I'll end the session and throw his ass out.
I had to do that with a newbie last week. I don't mind a customer squeezing my ass, and will even encourage it during the happy ending (makes things go quicker). But this newbie would not stop trying to finger me. So I eventually just stopped, backed away from the table and said "we're done."
I have a 3 strikes and you're out policy. First strike is a warning. Second strike is stop touching me at all. Third strike is your ass out on the street. And this asshole had 2 warnings before I ended the session.
Tip #3 - Relax
As a newbie you may not get lucky the first time. Remember - we're as nervous around you as you are with us. We need to get a good vibe from a customer before we'll offer options. I know it doesn't help that you newbies are nervous enough already, but just relax, and be cool and you'll have a good time. At the very least, you'll get a nice relaxing massage and the promise of "more" when you come back later.
Take for example this guy who asked too many questions at the front desk. I told him to save it for the room, and he did. BUT, once in the room he was all "Will you do this?" and "How much for that?" and "What about the other girls?" I mean it starting to feel more like an interrogation than a negotiation to get his dick rubbed. I started to get a really weird vibe off the guy, so I switched over to my therapeutic mode, ended all my answers with "...so I've heard," and offered him NOTHING. I didn't even unzip my hoodie. Sure, I may have lost a tip but this guy totally made me nervous.
Trina said she's gotten the same 3rd degree lately. If anything you can't blame that behavior on ANY of my readers, right guys? Now go on out there and cash in those refund checks! You deserve a little treat after handing over all your money to Uncle Sam last year.
See ya this weekend!
CJ
(Source: happyendingz.blogspot.com)
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I love this time of year. The freakin snow is finally gone. The weather is getting warmer. And guys are finally coming out of winter hibernation and visiting The Business. Of course it helps that everyone is just now getting their tax refunds.
We've also seen a wave of newbies just over the last 2 weeks. I was wondering where all these new faces have been hiding and Trina half jokingly blamed my blog. Now that's an unpleasant and scary thought. I mean we could really use the business right now, but I'm still terrified of meeting guys who have found me off the internet.
Luckily, none of theses newbies have said anything. One of the first things I ask a new customer is "where did you hear about us?" Most of them either saw our recent ad in the weekly entertainment rag, or heard about us from a friend. But what I really wanted to talk about today is all the newbie mistakes they keep making! I mean it's been so bad that I didn't even offer options to a number of guys recently, and I actually had to throw two customers out!
So what I want to talk about today is...
Basic Massage Parlor Tips for Newbies
Several of my early blog posts cover this topic, but I wonder if any of you new readers have even bothered to look at the old stuff. A lot of good info in there guys. But consider today a sort of refresher.
Tip #1 - Don't ask about options on the phone.
This also applies to the front desk. I don't know how many time I've had to hang up on guys, or ask them to leave. Under no circumstances ask what's going to happen in the room - until you're in the room. Period. Don't call up and ask "Hey - how much for a handjob?" or "Can I get a happy ending here?" Our basic policy is to immediately explain that we are not that kind of place, then end the conversation.
For some of you new guys, I know it can be frustrating and intimidating not knowing if you're in an actual massage parlor or not. But this is a leap of faith that you have to make. Once in the room, your masseuse may reveal that she offers "clothing options" at the beginning of the massage (like me). If she does, then you're getting a happy ending - guaranteed. You don't need to ask! I can't say this too many times - I don't remove my top for therapeutic reasons.
If she doesn't offer to disrobe at the beginning, then she might just offer a happy ending at the very end of your session. But bringing it up outside the room is just in poor form and will probably get your ass thrown out. DON'T DO IT.
I had to throw out a couple of newbies for this just recently. These guys would not stop asking about options while standing at the front desk. If I think you're just being naive because you're new, I'll tell you to ask again in the room (HINT: If you ask about a happy ending and you DON'T get thrown out, you're gonna get a happy ending).
Tip #2 - Don't assume we're full service
Just because I'm naked and working your junk with my hands doesn't mean I'm THAT kind of girl. Hey - what do you expect? This is a MASSAGE PARLOR, not a brothel. But really, if you want to know what I am willing to do just ask. The polite way to find out if a masseuse will suck your cock is "Excuse me, but are you full service?" I am totally NOT offended by this question, and actually appreciate you bringing it up so I can talk about what I am willing to do in the room.
To be honest, it's not the assuming that really bothers me, it's when a customer immediately becomes all hands. We HATE grabby guys. I allow most customers to touch within reason, but you have to ask first. And if a newbie just won't take "no" for an answer, I'll end the session and throw his ass out.
I had to do that with a newbie last week. I don't mind a customer squeezing my ass, and will even encourage it during the happy ending (makes things go quicker). But this newbie would not stop trying to finger me. So I eventually just stopped, backed away from the table and said "we're done."
I have a 3 strikes and you're out policy. First strike is a warning. Second strike is stop touching me at all. Third strike is your ass out on the street. And this asshole had 2 warnings before I ended the session.
Tip #3 - Relax
As a newbie you may not get lucky the first time. Remember - we're as nervous around you as you are with us. We need to get a good vibe from a customer before we'll offer options. I know it doesn't help that you newbies are nervous enough already, but just relax, and be cool and you'll have a good time. At the very least, you'll get a nice relaxing massage and the promise of "more" when you come back later.
Take for example this guy who asked too many questions at the front desk. I told him to save it for the room, and he did. BUT, once in the room he was all "Will you do this?" and "How much for that?" and "What about the other girls?" I mean it starting to feel more like an interrogation than a negotiation to get his dick rubbed. I started to get a really weird vibe off the guy, so I switched over to my therapeutic mode, ended all my answers with "...so I've heard," and offered him NOTHING. I didn't even unzip my hoodie. Sure, I may have lost a tip but this guy totally made me nervous.
Trina said she's gotten the same 3rd degree lately. If anything you can't blame that behavior on ANY of my readers, right guys? Now go on out there and cash in those refund checks! You deserve a little treat after handing over all your money to Uncle Sam last year.
See ya this weekend!
CJ
(Source: happyendingz.blogspot.com)
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Tantra Massage, Tantric Sex and Massage Techniques
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Tantra has a much more meaning than what we understand. Its origins are in India and dates back over 5000 years ago. Without using a lot of words, tantra focuses on energy, sensual energy distribution across the body and not so much the mind. It teaches us how to open our hearts and our sexuality. In tantra, sex is like a game of football with team managers and the technical bench taking notes and punctuating the players as the game goes on. Tantra is that rich it has professional teachers, counselors and trainers.
When beginning a massage, your partner, referred to as the receiver lies flat with support of pillows or any other material, while to giver takes control of the task. The stuck naked body lying down on a bed with fully exposed genitals is supposed to begin with deep relaxed breathing. This breathing is a switch towards achieving full relaxation and it has to be done at intervals while massage is going on. Massage oil is used and as it moves on, constant reminding must be done for the receiver to breath deep.
For a man, the entire male organ, scrotum, pubic bone, g-spot, testicles, perineum etc are the target areas to work on. Massage the whole body to get him relax fully and cool down, then proceed to the penis and hold onto it firmly. Lift like you want to pluck it so as to massage the testicles gently; move the shaft side ways, left, forward like a gear handle of an automobile. Take time speed is not part of the exercise; feelings and the radiation of energy is the in thing. Massage the head to tune the nerves and get a healing in return; if incase ejaculation is tempted, back off and touch other areas. Reach the g-spot if you can so as to expand his orgasm and fix his inability to control ejaculation. At this area be gentle and soften it more because at first it is often uncomfortable.
In case of a woman being the receiver, start with the exposed breast; take your time as she breaths deeply. Breast are great assets, feel the radiation of love from them, move around them gently; then extend to the belly. Proceed to the pubic zone and avoid the vulva area incase she might get aroused. Massage her fully up to the toes and monitor how she behaves. Find out her readiness; sexual energy distribution is important and its distribution is life itself. The raised spirits makes tantric very elaborate and enjoyable.
Tantric sex is very detailed and enjoyable; it makes men stay longer in the act, even for a whole night, while women get restoration of full orgasm and satisfaction. It is not a few minutes spiking and snoring thereafter, love making is a process, and it goes through its turns bringing entire relief with your partner. Link love with sexual pleasure as it overflows from your heart; concentrate, feel the stimulation as you gaze at one another for a while. When ready let the organs meet and hold one another and feel the intense energy flowing across the body up to the head. Remain focused and taste the pleasure of the genitals meeting point, don't accelerate into anything; sex is all about being fully charged and remaining still.
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Tantra has a much more meaning than what we understand. Its origins are in India and dates back over 5000 years ago. Without using a lot of words, tantra focuses on energy, sensual energy distribution across the body and not so much the mind. It teaches us how to open our hearts and our sexuality. In tantra, sex is like a game of football with team managers and the technical bench taking notes and punctuating the players as the game goes on. Tantra is that rich it has professional teachers, counselors and trainers.
When beginning a massage, your partner, referred to as the receiver lies flat with support of pillows or any other material, while to giver takes control of the task. The stuck naked body lying down on a bed with fully exposed genitals is supposed to begin with deep relaxed breathing. This breathing is a switch towards achieving full relaxation and it has to be done at intervals while massage is going on. Massage oil is used and as it moves on, constant reminding must be done for the receiver to breath deep.
For a man, the entire male organ, scrotum, pubic bone, g-spot, testicles, perineum etc are the target areas to work on. Massage the whole body to get him relax fully and cool down, then proceed to the penis and hold onto it firmly. Lift like you want to pluck it so as to massage the testicles gently; move the shaft side ways, left, forward like a gear handle of an automobile. Take time speed is not part of the exercise; feelings and the radiation of energy is the in thing. Massage the head to tune the nerves and get a healing in return; if incase ejaculation is tempted, back off and touch other areas. Reach the g-spot if you can so as to expand his orgasm and fix his inability to control ejaculation. At this area be gentle and soften it more because at first it is often uncomfortable.
In case of a woman being the receiver, start with the exposed breast; take your time as she breaths deeply. Breast are great assets, feel the radiation of love from them, move around them gently; then extend to the belly. Proceed to the pubic zone and avoid the vulva area incase she might get aroused. Massage her fully up to the toes and monitor how she behaves. Find out her readiness; sexual energy distribution is important and its distribution is life itself. The raised spirits makes tantric very elaborate and enjoyable.
Tantric sex is very detailed and enjoyable; it makes men stay longer in the act, even for a whole night, while women get restoration of full orgasm and satisfaction. It is not a few minutes spiking and snoring thereafter, love making is a process, and it goes through its turns bringing entire relief with your partner. Link love with sexual pleasure as it overflows from your heart; concentrate, feel the stimulation as you gaze at one another for a while. When ready let the organs meet and hold one another and feel the intense energy flowing across the body up to the head. Remain focused and taste the pleasure of the genitals meeting point, don't accelerate into anything; sex is all about being fully charged and remaining still.
Article Source: http://www.abcarticledirectory.com
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How to Give Your Partner a Reiki Massage - Reiki and Your Sex Life
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Giving your partner a Reiki massage is an openhearted and nurturing demonstration of your love. For some couples, it may be a good way to arouse each other sexually. For others, it may have a calming, relaxing effect, easing the stresses from the recipient’s body and sending them right into a slumber pose. Whether you use it for foreplay or foresleep, Reiki massage is a wonderful way to be intimate with your partner.
The basic Reiki hand placements are not used while giving a massage. Reiki will naturally kick in during the session. For instance, you can lovingly give your partner a Reiki back rub:
Note: The back rub massage described here should not be used as therapy in a clinical setting or as a healing practice. Such behavior is not acceptable between a practitioner and a client and should be reserved for your intimate relationship.
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Giving your partner a Reiki massage is an openhearted and nurturing demonstration of your love. For some couples, it may be a good way to arouse each other sexually. For others, it may have a calming, relaxing effect, easing the stresses from the recipient’s body and sending them right into a slumber pose. Whether you use it for foreplay or foresleep, Reiki massage is a wonderful way to be intimate with your partner.
The basic Reiki hand placements are not used while giving a massage. Reiki will naturally kick in during the session. For instance, you can lovingly give your partner a Reiki back rub:
- Charge your (preferably organic) massage oils with Reiki energies. Sweet almond oil and jojoba oil are favorites for releasing stresses.
- Have your partner lay on her stomach on the bed.
- Cover the lower part of your partner’s body with some warm towels so she will not be chilled.
- Pour a handful of massage oil in your hands. Allow your Reiki hands to warm the oil.
- Begin by smoothing your hands in slow, sweeping movements across your partner’s neck, shoulders, and upper back.
- Begin stroking and rubbing the neck and shoulders.
- Continue kneading out any kinks or stresses as you move your hands down your partner’s back.
- Finish the massage by lightly scratching her skin surface with your fingernails in circular or figure-eight movements.
- Lie down and snuggle up next to your partner.
Note: The back rub massage described here should not be used as therapy in a clinical setting or as a healing practice. Such behavior is not acceptable between a practitioner and a client and should be reserved for your intimate relationship.
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Puting Payudara Berdiri, Sukses Bakar Gairah Wanita
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SEMUA pria pasti setuju, memerhatikan wanita seksi adalah bagian yang menyenangkan. Namun kenyataannya, untuk membakar gairah pria tak selalu mengacu pada rok mini atau busana dengan belahan dada rendah yang memperlihatkan keindahan payudara.
Sebaliknya, sedikit tindakan berbahaya justru memiliki pengaruh yang cukup besar terhadap gairah pria. Ingin membakar gairahnya? Anda bisa membaca panduan yang dilansir Askmen, seperti berikut ini:
Puting payudara Anda berdiri, biarkan pasangan menikmatinya
Payudara kenyal dan berisi selalu saja menjadi incaran pria. Terlebih ketika puting payudara Anda berdiri. Menurut pemikiran para pria, ini adalah salah satu hal yang tak dapat ditoleransi.
Pria kerap membayangkan payudara pasangannya seperti es krim sundae. Sementara puting payudara yang mengeras tidak hanya seperti buah ceri yang selalu menghiasi bagian atas es krim. Melainkan lebih mirip seperti whip cream yang lezat dengan saus cokElat, taburan kacang cincang, buah ceri, dan caramel di atasnya. Oleh karena itu, jangan heran bila pria senang bermanja-manja di area ini.
Ajak pasangan menyaksikan blue film
Kebanyakan pria tidak terlalu bangga dengan obsesi yang mereka dapatkan dari film porno. Namun tak ada salahnya mengajak pasangan menikmati blue film atau film porno. Karena ini merupakan langkah pintar membuat gairah pasangan bergelora. Karena film porno juga menyediakan banyak ide-ide besar untuk dinikmati saat Anda dan pasangan memasuki ajang percintaan dan efeknya Anda dan pasangan dapat menjaga hal-hal superpanas selama berjam-jam.
Biarkan pasangan mengintip lingerie yang Anda kenakan
Pria cenderung senang pada wanita yang menawarkan berbagai tantangan. Untuk itu, Anda pun perlu menyiapkan berbagai tantangan padanya sebagai bagian pembuka menuju permainan seks yang hebat. Awali dengan dirty talk yang menggoda. Anda bisa melontarkan berbagai kata-kata vulgar untuk membakar gairahnya. Semakin Anda bersemangat mengucapkannya, maka pasangan akan semakin pusing mendengarkan pembicaraan Anda. Sehingga dia pun tak kuasa menahan diri lebih lama untuk menahan hasratnya pada Anda.
Jika pasangan merespons aksi Anda dengan kegiatan nakal, biarkan saja. Biarkan pasangan bergerak dengan leluasa mengekpresikan hasratnya pada Anda. Biarkan si dia mengintip thong berenda atau g-string yang Anda kenakan. Pastinya kegiatan ini akan semakin cepat membuatnya segera ingin menuntaskan pertempuran yang panas bersama Anda.
Wanita dengan kemeja atau celana jins ketat memang selalu menjadi pusat perhatian setiap pria. Tidak mengejutkan melihat setiap mata pria selalu mengamati wanita dengan busana yang membentuk tubuh. Tapi banyak wanita yang tidak menyadari bahwa tidak hanya lekuk tubuh yang menggoda dapat membakar gairah pria. Karena sebetulnya ada segudang hal-hal yang tampaknya berbahaya jauh lebih membangkitkan gairah pria, dan kegiatan panas inilah yang justru diharapkan pria. Siap mencobanya? (tty) Sumber : www.okezone.com
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Menambah Kekuatan Seks dengan Teknik Ciuman
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Dalam kitab Kamasutra diajarkan teknik dan bentuk ciuman beserta sensasi nikmat yang ditimbulkannya. Ciuman merupakan bahasa cinta yang klasik, ia mampu mengekpresikan berbagai bentuk rasa cinta dan sayang seseorang terhadap pasangannya. Dengan ciuman permainan cinta dapat menimbulkan sensasi yang luar biasa. Sebab dalam mulut terletak berjutajuta sel syaraf pengerak nafsu seks. Mulut memiliki sensor yang sangat peka, karenanya bentuk permainan cinta akan semakin terasa mengirahkan dan memuaskan. Berciuman bentuk perilaku paling indah saat anda berhubungan. Pada kondisi itu perasaan akan ikut menyatu. Berikut beberapa teknik berciuman yang di kembangkan secara turun temurun sebagai sebuah tradisi bercinta dalam kamasutra.
- Ciuman Pembuka
- Ciuman Kering
- Ciuman Basah
- Model Kulum
- Model Sedot
- Model Gigitan
(Berbagai sumber)
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