Thailand Full Moon Party

The Full Moon Party on Koh Phangan is considered a world-class event. Most Chinese people only know Koh Samui and

Phuket , and at most, Phi Phi. 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,

we couldn't get any for the days leading up to and following the party. Later, my husband asked a friend at a travel agency, and they finally managed

to book a room at a rather remote guesthouse.

We spent a few days in Koh Samui before heading to Koh Phangan, a place

we 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 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 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 . 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 ; 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 is the first time someone has complimented my looks to my face. Although my husband always says I'm pretty and sexy,

it seems I really do have a thing for Jewish aesthetics. I felt a sweet warmth in my heart as I leaned against him, looking up at his

face. His lips met mine, and he stroked my thigh 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 any woman they liked, and I would accept kisses from

men . We kissed until we were almost back at the guesthouse. I was drunk anyway,

so 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 by

the 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.

He said he wanted to sleep and told me to go alone. I joked, "What if I, a woman, go to the beach

alone and get gang-raped?" He generously said, "Then enjoy the experience

." I laughed and said, "Okay, I'll definitely come back with you wearing a green hat."

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 wanted to experience something I'd only ever seen in novels in this foreign 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 under my skirt and between my legs, my pubic

hair fluttering in the wind, like a strange hand gently caressing it—a feeling that was both pleasurable

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 with his friends, who were also staying at

our inn. He explained that his friends were still at the party, but he hadn't enjoyed it and had come back on his own.

This tall, handsome young man was English, very pretty and shy. He was in his early twenties, disliked crazy

things, didn't like tattoos, and his favorite food was sandwiches. He asked 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 would lift the hem of my skirt, and I had to spread my legs to maintain my balance. I noticed he

kept glancing at 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 to sit on the beach.

He sat down next to me and we chatted. Although he wasn't my particular type, on this

moonlit night, swinging on the swing in the gentle breeze, chatting quietly with a handsome young man was quite pleasant.

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 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 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 . 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 and relaxed.

"How is it? You Eastern women have never seen such a big penis, have you?"

he said, gently biting my earlobe. Seeing that I was already aroused, he took my hand and started stroking 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 . 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 thighs while simultaneously lifting my skirt and reaching inside. I grabbed his hand, trying to pull it out, but it was too late

. My vagina was so slippery that his fingers slid right into my vagina.

Just then, I heard voices approaching on the beach. I quickly pulled his hand away from me. He stood up

and led me by the hand towards the inn's room. I followed him involuntarily. His penis wasn't completely erect,

causing a bulge in his pants. He had to take off his coat to cover it, and he couldn't straighten up as he walked. He looked incredibly pathetic, and I

couldn't help but want to laugh.

As soon as we entered his room, he kissed me passionately. We kissed tightly together, and in the darkness,

he pulled off my skirt.

I realized I was completely naked and exposed in front of him, and I didn't know what to do to cover myself

. His burning eyes were 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 sticking out. I was so ashamed I didn't know where to look.

I told him to go take a shower; his penis was already very hard, swaying as he followed me into the bathroom

. Only now did I see his penis—it was huge! I'd only ever seen such a thing 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 soon blurred the glass. He beckoned me in. He helped me lift my hair, tied it into

a bun, and put a shower cap on me. I was completely captivated.

He started massaging me with his large hands, one in front and one behind. I stroked his chest

down , touching his hair.

I usually find this hair repulsive, but at this moment it felt so sexy. I stroked him inch by inch, and

he began to caress me like a child, touching 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 and kissed

me, making me hook one leg around his waist.

At this moment, his penis began to rub against my genitals, which started to wet uncontrollably. He slowly

began to penetrate, the head of his penis slowly inserting a little bit into my vagina. It

was so big, so thick, so full; I could clearly feel the shape of the head of his penis finally going in. The glans was at the coronal

edge , and my vaginal opening was completely stretched. Before, when my husband inserted just three fingers, it hurt terribly, but it was also very

pleasurable. This time, with such a large penis entering, it didn't hurt too much, just felt stretched, almost like it was about to burst.

Then he adjusted his position, so that my feet could reach the toilet seat if 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

, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I realized I could accommodate such a large penis.

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 throbbing painfully. I imagine it would be very, very red if I could see it.

Every could feel this enormous thing, as if they were welcoming him with their sensitivity. Thinking about it, I looked down

.

"Oh my god! Almost half of it is still outside. What is this thing? It can't go any further. There's still

such a big part

sticking out." This time I was truly terrified, so terrified that 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 that enormous thing. The moment it was pulled out, I felt like

something was being emptied from my body. That feeling of fullness vanished instantly. I didn't know what he was going to do, but the fear

grew stronger and stronger.

He put me down, made me bend over and hold onto the sink, and slowly began to reinsert it. As his glans

entered again, I felt a tingling sensation. He grasped one breast in each hand, his index fingers beginning to rub my nipples,

then slowly moved towards my cervix.

I tried to stop him from going any further, but when I touched his penis,

there was much less of it outside. He continued, and I wiggled my hips in refusal. Suddenly, he pressed against my stomach,

almost touching my belly, and finally, he was fully 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

, making a squelching sound with each thrust.

At that moment, it felt like the sky had disappeared, leaving only him and me. My vagina tightly enveloped this enormous thing

, and each thrust brought a mixture of pain and pleasure to my vaginal opening.

Waves of tingling sensations rippled through my vagina, more intense than when my husband penetrated me, and each time I felt his penis reaching

my cervix , even the head of his penis inside my uterus, reaching my lower abdomen.

Waves of tingling sensations traveled down my spine from my inner thighs, making my mouth slightly open, my hands slowly weakening, and

my legs going weak. My vagina began to open and close, the inner walls of my vagina pulsating—

a . Seeing me tremble, he suddenly increased the force and speed.

Suddenly, I felt myself floating into the sky, weightless, my blood rushing hot through my veins, a

surge of heat flowing freely from my lower body. Then I went limp, realizing how wonderful an orgasm felt.

He picked me up and washed me clean; I was completely powerless and let him do as he pleased. He dried me

off and carried me to the bed.

He laid me between his legs, straddling me, caressing my breasts and praising me as

a beautiful Eastern goddess.

As he looked me over, he suddenly 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 gushing out from below.

Suddenly, he kissed me on the top of my head. My husband and I have been married for a year, and he has never kissed me there before.

Inside. Although I've watched a lot of porn, and sometimes I've wanted to try it myself, I've never had the courage to ask my husband to. I always

felt my genitals were dirty, so I didn't know what it would feel like.

He spread my thighs apart and licked my labia with his tongue, making them itch. When he

teased , I was already overwhelmed by desire, and I couldn't help but reach out and tightly grasp his penis, swaying it. He

inserted the tip of his tongue into my vagina, swirling it around and sucking hard.

With his sucking, I felt increasingly weak, as if my whole body had been hollowed out, and

my abdomen felt like it was being pulled downwards by something. That feeling was something I had never experienced before; it was simply wonderful to

the extreme.

I couldn't help but groan loudly. Only when his mouth left my lower body did I

snap out , feeling utterly exhausted.

He slowly raised himself, pressing his penis against my labia. I thought he was about to thrust into me again. But he

simply held his penis, rubbing it back and forth on the outside. I knew my vagina was extremely wet.

Entry 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 with a powerful thud.

"Ah!" I cried out, a peculiar excitement rapidly and suddenly engulfing my entire body.

After entering, he slowed down. His penis filled me completely, and my vagina felt like it was being torn apart, but soon

pleasure replaced the pain. The friction was so intense that I reached orgasm after just a few thrusts.

He started thrusting again, penetrating deeper with each stroke. As his

rhythm quickened, my vaginal fluid increased, and the pleasure intensified. Eventually, each thrust touched my cervix.

He thrust for about 20 minutes, and I felt a surge of heat reach deep inside me; he ejaculated. His

semen was plentiful, and with each ejaculation, I experienced an indescribable pleasure. I screamed and reached orgasm

again .

That night, we made love three times in bed. His gentleness and skill, and his large penis, are

unforgettable.

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