 New Sex Archive #1-50 New Sex Advisor Risky Menu  |
  Have YOU tried New Sex™? “Take everything off and lay down on the table on your stomach,” says one female masseuse. “We’ll be back in a few moments,” says the other. The women leave their treatment room and I follow instructions. Shortly, I hear the door open, then click shut. My head is in the face cradle and I’m looking down at the floor. The air is a perfect therapeutic 74 degrees. Soon I feel the first splash of hot oils on my naked body. Immediately I begin to surrender. They start with my thighs. Hot oil squirts gently on the left, then the right. I feel it trickle down either side... Another long squirt of oil up and down the whole of each leg... Then four hands rub in synchronized blissful unison, spreading the thick hot wetness all along the skin of my legs... Kneading the muscles, up and down, along to my feet... Four female hands rubbing my body... More oil on my calves... Synchronized hands... Oil on the balls of my feet... Rubbing rubbing rubbing, two highly skilled hands on each foot... Next, they squeeze hot oils onto my back -- and they way it runs down into the crack of my ass is sinfully divine... These two women rub me from head to toe... With totally synchronized movements... With perfectly matched levels of pressure... While soothing Indian meditation music plays softly in the background... And I know that somewhere across the building, in another private treatment room, two more pairs of hands are doing exactly the same thing to Cheryl’s body... And it is she, the high-powered Hollywood executive Regular at this hush-hush high-level retreat, who is footing the bill on both these $220 massages... And the best part is that because she’s SO COOL, I think she even knows that the real value she’ll be getting from these massages will be occurring after their over. It’s nearly one o’clock on Sunday afternoon when I walk down the gentle incline of a hill that leads away from the spa, towards our villa. Alongside the path a river stone creek gurgles softly with the sounds of hot spring run-off. The woosh-woosh-woosh of warm flowing mineral infused H20 has been utterly soothing all weekend long. Nearing the end of the path, I pass the crushed scorpion carcass and reflect on how lucky it is that he is decomposing, not I. It is the first time I have walked down this path alone. Every other time has been in the company of my little blonde vixen pseudo-girlfriend with the body of death, the all-sex all-the-time attitude, and the total desire to please, seduce, and pamper me. She is waiting for me on a lounge chair in our private garden... She is naked. It’s been nearly six weeks since I first saw her across that parking lot... Six days since someone broke into her home and stole all her jewelry... Relaxation is the 4th Psychological Aspect of the New Sex Techniques, and having followed the all-important precept I learned at Wharton, -- “work smart, not hard” -- I have allowed professionals to massage this super stressed woman into as near a limp noodle condition as any stressed out L.A. Woman could hope to achieve. I still have not touched her G-Spot yet. But I’m about to. TOMORROW: Final Psychological Aspect of the New Sex Techniques. Sincerely, Arte Founder, New Sex Institute www.NewSex.org 
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