Thai Full Moon Party

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Thailand Full Moon Party
First published by: Spring in the Courtyard
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The Full Moon Party on Koh Phangan is considered a world-class party. Most Chinese people only know Koh Samui and Phuket, and at most, PP. But for young people in Europe, America, and Australia, everyone knows Koh Phangan. They haven't heard of Koh Samui, which we are familiar with, probably because domestic travel agencies haven't promoted it.
To celebrate my and my husband's wedding anniversary, I suggested we take a self-guided trip to Thailand to experience the magical Full Moon Party. Although we booked rooms well in advance, it was impossible to get a room for the days before and after the party. Later, my husband asked a friend in a travel agency to help him finally book a room in a relatively remote guesthouse.
We spent a few days in Koh Samui before heading to Koh Phangan, a place we'd always longed to visit. Koh Samui's scenery was breathtaking; lying on the beach, feeling the sea breeze, and gazing at the endless deep blue sea, I felt a sudden sense of openness. My husband was also in a particularly good mood, constantly finding new ways to get excited with me.
In a country where no one knew us, we became increasingly uninhibited. My husband even took me to a nude beach, where we deliberately struck up conversations with foreigners while naked. While I wouldn't dare compare my physique to those of big stars, I was confident I wasn't far behind, and I attracted a lot of attention as soon as we entered the beach. Enjoying the fiery gazes from those hairy foreign men at my naked body was incredibly exciting; I quickly became wet.
My husband kept encouraging me to deliberately flaunt my beauty to others. After my constant teasing, people frequently invited me to go for drinks. I knew they were interested in my body, and I didn't want to accept such ambiguous advances so easily, so I refused them all.
On the day of the party, the guesthouse's shuttle bus to the beach didn't leave until 11 PM. We didn't want to go so late and wanted to go early and return early, since we weren't party animals; we were just going to experience it. We decided to walk to the main road to catch a ride.
Koh Phangan was beautiful at sunset. We met a couple taking a walk and walked with them for a while, but soon realized there were no cars around. On the northwest side of the island, there was a bay—quiet enough, but almost completely isolated. As darkness fell, we started to feel uneasy.
A car stopped beside us; a girl was driving and asked if we needed a ride to town. We were more than happy to oblige. I asked her how much I should pay. She said no.
Wow! I'd never encountered anything like this in China. I didn't know how to thank her; I could only welcome her to visit China.
When we arrived in the town on the west side of the island, groups of young people were sharing rides to Full Moon Beach at the southern tip. We shared a ride with several British people; they looked to be under twenty, both men and women, all very pretty, and they were excitedly talking non-stop. A girl wearing a white, semi-transparent long shirt over a black bra was acting a bit like Blanche; I figured they'd get really high later.
Full Moon Beach and the side streets were bustling with people, everyone in high spirits. Many carried small buckets filled with a mixture of drinks and alcohol, sipping as they walked, and inviting anyone they liked to share a few sips.
Street vendors lined up selling this stuff; the small bottles looked like pesticide.
"That's their medicine," my husband later told me.
"They'll only get high with this."
So we bought a bucket of beer and strolled around, smoking as we went. Handsome guys, slightly tipsy, kept greeting us—actually, they weren't greeting my husband, they were greeting me. Several people wanted to take pictures with me, and I graciously let them hug me and pose. My feeling was summed up in one word: smug. My
husband and I found a restaurant and sat down, ordering local beer. We drank our beer while watching the revelers on the beach. I focused on the handsome guys, while my husband focused on the beautiful women.
I traveled a long way to attend this world-class party today, and I found it quite interesting. This place is a paradise for handsome men and beautiful women, and also a place brimming with all sorts of ambiguous and romantic atmospheres. I saw many couples jumping around and then embracing and kissing, and even girls being carried by boys to the darker side of the beach.
After finishing my beer, my face felt a little hot. With so much sensory stimulation, I felt particularly excited today, so I left my husband behind and ran to the beach alone to dance foolishly with everyone.
People kept coming up to me, pressing their bodies against mine and twisting with me. That's when I truly understood the essence of the Full Moon Party: under the influence of alcohol, dancing randomly to the rhythm with a group of complete strangers—it's bound to get you high!
The beach was teeming with restless people, all jostling and shoving each other with "DDT" (a type of pesticide), grinning foolishly. I finally understood why they were so happy.
The bars on the beach blasted music at full blast; basically, you could stop and dance wherever you liked the music. With brightly lit bars on one side and the sea on the other, that must be enough to make them happy. At
one in the morning, the sight of boys lined up in the shallows urinating was quite a spectacle. Later, on my flight home, I chatted with a German man in his forties. He said that full moon parties these days are boring; back in the day, you could smoke marijuana and do whatever you wanted. Now, with so many police patrols, you can't do anything. I replied that the only thing you could do was urinate in the sea, and he laughed and agreed.
Because we were heading back early, there were very few buses at that time. We waited for ages before one finally came. On the same bus were a few foreign students studying in Beijing. When they realized we were Chinese, they were very happy to chat with us; it had been so long since they'd spoken Chinese.
No one lived as far away as we did, and gradually everyone got off. Only my husband and I, who were fast asleep on the side of the bus, were still nervously riding the rollercoaster-like ride in the dark.
Suddenly, a group of young men stopped the bus. There were six of them, all tall and strong, each carrying a coconut and loudly proclaiming they wanted to go to a full moon party. My first thought was that we'd been robbed, but then I chuckled to myself—who robs people carrying coconuts?
They got on the bus and accompanied us back to the guesthouse before going to the party.
Seeing my husband still fast asleep, the young man sitting next to me said, "We're from Israel. You're very beautiful and sexy, especially your smooth thighs."
Really? This was the first time someone had complimented my looks to my face. Although my husband always said I was beautiful and sexy, it seems I really have a thing for Jewish aesthetics. I felt a sweet warmth in my heart as I leaned against him, looked up at his face, and he kissed my lips, caressing my thighs as he kissed me.
The biggest takeaway from this trip to Thailand was being kissed by strange men. From the naked beach to various tourist attractions, I noticed that especially Western men would try to kiss women they liked, and I would accept kisses from men I liked. We kissed until we were almost at the guesthouse. I was drunk anyway, and I felt excited no matter what I did.
Back at the guesthouse, I finally breathed a sigh of relief; at least I was back safe and sound. After showering, I was still too excited from what I'd just experienced with that Israeli boy to fall asleep in bed. So I got up and asked my husband to come with me to the beach outside the window for some fresh air.
My husband said he wanted to sleep and told me to go to the beach alone. I joked, "What if I, a woman, go to the beach alone in the middle of the night and get gang-raped?" My husband generously said, "Then just enjoy the experience." I laughed and said, "Okay, I'll definitely come back wearing a green hat for you."
My tank top and short skirt barely covered my buttocks, and I wasn't wearing underwear. This was the first time I'd ever gone out without underwear; I just wanted to experience something I'd only ever seen in novels in this unfamiliar country. It was different from the daring of nude beaches, but it felt even more exciting.
Swaying slightly from the alcohol, I stumbled onto my favorite beach. The sea breeze seeped between my legs from under my skirt, and my pubic hair fluttered in the wind, like a strange hand gently caressing it—it felt wonderful and stimulating.
The swings on the beach were my favorite spot. I sat on one, swaying back and forth, gazing at the starry sky.
A boy came over to say hello. He had just returned from a party; he and his friends had just arrived and were staying at our guesthouse. He said his friends were still at the party, but he didn't like it, so he came back first.
This tall boy was English, very handsome and shy. He was in his early twenties, didn't like crazy things, didn't like tattoos, and his favorite food was sandwiches. He asked me if the tattoo on my arm was real or fake. I said it was fake, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying it would look better on my shoulder blade. I tried it later, and it really was.
The swing swayed, lifting the hem of my skirt. To maintain my balance, I had to spread my legs. I noticed he kept glancing at the depths of my thighs. He must have discovered my secret under my skirt. I wondered if he thought I was seducing him. Embarrassed, I quickly closed my legs and got off the swing, sitting on the beach.
He sat down next to me and we chatted. Although he wasn't my particular type, on this moonlit night, with a gentle breeze blowing, it was quite pleasant to swing on the swing and chat quietly with a handsome young man.
Looking at his handsome face and what I perceived as an innocent expression, all my gloom from the previous night vanished. All that fuss, all that traveling so far, all that fuss at that party, drinking and dancing—it was all for naught compared to ten quiet minutes under the moonlight.
At that moment, an air of ambiguity began to fill the air. He slowly moved closer, and a strong scent of masculinity I'd never smelled before began to waft towards me. My reserve slowly crumbled; I longed for him to get closer, but reason told me otherwise.
Suddenly, he took my right hand and kissed the back of it. I blushed and quickly lowered my head. Did foreign men also like women blushing? Just as I looked down, I saw his white beach shorts suddenly become erect.
His mouth slowly moved closer to my ear, his breath growing heavier and heavier. It felt like an eternity before his lips touched my earlobe. My earlobe is one of my most sensitive spots, and I slowly began to lose my senses, wanting to rush into the arms of this tall man.
His hands began to attack me; they were hands I had never felt before, long, strong, and nimble fingers. He began to kiss my eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth. A sliver of reason kept me from speaking.
He seemed unhurried, continuing to kiss my earlobe slowly, breathing into it, then one hand stroked my back while the other began to knead my breasts.
So good! Such strong hands sent shivers down my spine, and one hand could knead my breasts so freely—a feeling I had never experienced before.
His left hand began kneading between my nipples. Suddenly, one hand pinched my nipples together and pulled them towards the middle, causing my breasts to swell considerably. A tingling sensation ran through my lower body, and I could clearly feel the fluid flowing out.
He saw me close my eyes and continued trying to open my mouth with his tongue. This time, I didn't resist. His tongue was so strong; once inside, it entwined around the base of my tongue, powerful yet gentle. I leaned completely into his arms.
His left hand continued to knead my breasts and pulled one breast out of my tank top. His mouth moved to my exposed nipple, greedily sucking on it.
His right hand slid down my back to my buttocks, one finger exploring forward relentlessly. I tried to control myself, to suppress the breath from my vulva, because any stimulation would cause it to open and close.
The more I tried to control myself, the heavier her breathing became. Finally, his fingers reached there. I thought he was going to penetrate me, so I closed my eyes and slightly pursed my lips. But he didn't penetrate. Two fingers began searching for my clitoris. When the clitoris gets bigger, it moves around. For some reason, mine moved so much. He started rubbing my clitoris.
He grabbed one of my hands and moved it down to his crotch. Before I could react, I grabbed something hot. Ah! I almost screamed. He had unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it tightly against his penis and wrapped his other arm around me. I tried to resist, but I had no strength at all.
The heat from his penis traveled up my hands, through my heart, and down to my groin. A fluid welled up inside me, and I felt as if my body was on fire, completely limp.
"How is it? You Eastern women have never seen such a big penis, have you?"
he said, gently nibbling my earlobe. Seeing that I was aroused, he guided my hand to stroke his penis. By then, I couldn't pull my hand away, and I instinctively grabbed his already erect penis and began to stroke it.
His penis was much longer and thicker than my husband's, at least twice as thick. I wondered what it would feel like to have it inside me. My mind involuntarily compared his penis to those in porn movies I'd seen before.
He kept kissing me, and I returned his kiss. His hands weren't idle either; he was touching my thigh while simultaneously pulling up my skirt and reaching inside. I grabbed his hand, trying to pull it away, but it was too late. My vagina was too slippery, and his fingers slid right inside.
Just then, we heard voices approaching from the beach. I quickly pulled his hands off me, and he stood up, taking my hand and leading me towards the inn's room. I followed him involuntarily. His penis wasn't completely erect, causing a bulge in my pants, forcing me to take off my coat to cover it. I couldn't straighten up as I walked, looking utterly pathetic. I couldn't help but want to laugh.
As soon as we entered his room, he kissed me passionately, and we kissed tightly. In the darkness, he pulled my skirt off.
I found myself completely naked and exposed in front of him, momentarily at a loss for what to do to cover myself. His burning gaze was fixed on my body, and I knew what he was going to do next.
But I couldn't refuse him anymore. He quickly stripped off his clothes, his erect penis springing out. I was so ashamed I didn't know where to look.
I told him to go take a shower; his penis was already rock hard, swaying as he followed me into the bathroom. Only now did I see his penis—it was huge, the kind of penis I'd only ever seen in porn. I started to feel afraid.
"So big! So big! As thick as my wrist, and so long, how will it fit? And what will it feel like when he's thrusting in and out?" I began to regret it.
The bathroom steam quickly fogged the glass, and he beckoned me inside. He lifted my hair, styled it into a bun, and put a shower cap on me; I was completely captivated.
He began to massage me with his large hands, one in front and one behind. I ran my hands from his chest down to his lower abdomen—so much hair.
I usually find this hair repulsive, but at that moment it felt incredibly sexy. I caressed him inch by inch, and he began to examine me like a child, thoroughly cleaning my breasts, buttocks, genitals, and legs.
He lathered me up with lots of foam and then washed me clean. Then, he suddenly picked me up, kissed me, and made me hook one leg around his waist.
At this moment, his penis began to rub against my private parts, and my vagina, uncooperatively, started to wet. He slowly began to penetrate, the head of his penis slowly inserting a little bit into my vaginal opening. It
was so big, so thick, so full; I could clearly feel the shape of the head of his penis finally going in. The head of his penis reached the coronal edge, and my vaginal opening was stretched full. Before, when my husband inserted three fingers, it hurt terribly, but it was also very pleasurable. This time, with such a big penis entering, it didn't hurt too much, just a feeling of being stretched, a little like it was about to burst.
Then he started to adjust the position he was holding me, so that my feet could reach the toilet when I wanted to. He started to enter, sliding in faster and faster. It seemed like a long time had passed before a huge penis went in. I breathed a sigh of relief; I realized I could actually accommodate such a large thing.
I felt the glans had reached my cervix, and my entire vagina was filled; it seemed like nothing could fit in. My vaginal opening was still painfully stretched; I imagine it would be very, very red if I could see it. Every cell inside my vagina could feel this enormous thing, seemingly welcoming him with its sensitivity. Thinking about this, I looked down.
"My God! Almost half of it is still outside! What kind of thing is this? It can't go any further; there's still such a big part outside."
This time, I was truly scared, very scared, afraid he would force it in. I cupped his face in my hands, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He turned the shower on full blast and slowly pulled out his enormous member. The moment it was pulled out, I felt a void being drained from my body. That feeling of fullness vanished instantly. I didn't know what he was going to do, but fear grew stronger.
He put me down, made me bend over and hold onto the sink, and slowly began to insert it again. As the head of his penis went in again, I felt a tingling sensation. He cupped one breast in each hand, his index fingers rubbing my nipples, and slowly began to press against my cervix.
I tried to stop him from going any further, but when I touched his penis, there was much less of it sticking out than before. He continued, and I wiggled my hips in refusal. Suddenly, it pressed against my stomach, almost touching my belly, and finally, it was completely inside.
Then he began to slowly thrust in and out. With each thrust, I felt as if a gigantic object completely filled my vagina. Every cell in my vagina was incredibly sensitive, and fluid began to flow out with a hissing sound.
At that moment, it felt like the sky had disappeared, and it was just him and me. My vagina tightly enveloped this enormous object, and each of his thrusts brought a mixture of pain and pleasure to my vaginal opening. Waves of
tingling sensations emanated from inside my vagina, much stronger than when my husband penetrated me. Each time, I felt as if he had penetrated to the cervix, and I could even feel the head of his penis entering my uterus and reaching my lower abdomen.
A tingling sensation ran down my spine from my inner thighs, making my mouth slightly open. My hands and legs began to weaken. My vagina started to open and close, the inner walls of my vagina pulsating. I had never experienced this before. Seeing me tremble, he suddenly increased the intensity and speed.
Suddenly, I felt like I was floating in the air, weightless, my blood rushing hot through my body, a surge of heat flowing freely from my lower body. Then I went limp. I realized how wonderful an orgasm felt.
He picked me up and washed me clean. I was so weak that I let him do as he pleased. He dried me off with a towel and carried me to the bed.
He straddled me, pressing his body against mine, caressing my breasts and praising me as a beautiful oriental goddess.
His gaze traveled down my body, then suddenly he spread my legs, exposing my genitals completely to his view. I felt a burning sensation all over my body, wanting to move but unable to, only feeling something surging out from below.
Suddenly, he kissed my vulva. My husband and I have been married for a year, and he has never kissed me there before. Although I've watched a lot of porn and sometimes wanted to try it, I've never had the courage to ask my husband to. I always felt it was dirty down there, so I didn't know what it felt like.
He spread my thighs apart and licked my labia vigorously with his tongue, making them itch. As he teased my clitoris with his tongue, I was overwhelmed by desire. I instinctively reached out and gripped his penis tightly, swaying it back and forth. He inserted his tongue into my vagina, swirling it around and sucking hard.
His sucking made me feel increasingly weak, as if he had hollowed out my entire body, my abdomen feeling like it was being pulled downwards by something. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before; it was simply exquisite.
I couldn't help but moan loudly. When his mouth left my lower body, I finally came to my senses, feeling utterly drained.
He slowly lifted himself up, pressing his penis against my labia. I thought, he's preparing to thrust into me again. He simply held his penis, rubbing it back and forth on the outside. I knew my vagina was extremely wet.
Penetration was very easy; with just a little force, he could drive straight in. Just as I let out a cry of excitement mixed with dissatisfaction, he suddenly thrust his penis in forcefully.
"Ah!" I cried out, a special kind of excitement quickly and suddenly engulfing my entire body. He slowed down after entering. His penis was completely inside, and my vagina felt like it was being torn apart, but soon pleasure replaced the tearing pain. The friction was so intense that I reached orgasm after only a few thrusts.
He started thrusting again, penetrating even deeper with each thrust. As his thrusting rhythm quickened, my vaginal fluids increased, and the pleasure intensified. Later, each thrust touched my cervix.
He thrust for about 20 minutes, then I felt a surge of heat reach deep inside me; he ejaculated. His semen was plentiful, and with each spurt, I experienced an indescribable pleasure. I screamed loudly, reaching another orgasm.
That night, we made love three times in bed. His gentleness and skill, and his large penis, are unforgettable. [Recent rating record: Forgotten time, +8 coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!]

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