A collection of pleasure products, goods, and services found in Panama City, Panama, curated by pleasure concierge Deborah Porter, with sensual articles and essays.
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How Lust Is Keeping The Panama Burlesque Festival Alive
Food Porn
These Panamanian Restaurants are Serving Food that Seduces like Foreplay
A Widow's Body
WHET
Panama City's only Sensual Supper Club for women
Why Grief Doesn’t Cancel The Body's Burning Desire
Deborah's personal and candid story about how her love of erotica started her pleasure brand.
Amber Lust shares that burlesque is so much more than just a beautiful costume—it is breathing art.
A WIDOW'S BODY
Climax in a grieving body is not scandalous. It is proof of circulation.
THE WEIGHT OF MY WANTING
Sexual desire is not restricted to age or a body type.
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF | Deborah Porter
EDITORIAL DIRECTOR | Claudette S. Aeye
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Welcome to the Panama Pleasure Guide — and if you're returning, welcome back.
This issue feels different, because it is. When I launched this Guide, my focus was curating Panama City's most sensual experiences — the venues, the products, the hidden pleasures most visitors never find. That hasn't changed. But something has deepened.
This edition carries more heart. Alongside our curated recommendations for erotic art, pleasure events, and sensual experiences across Panama City, you'll find stories — real ones. A founder's origin. A burlesque revolution. Women reclaiming desires they were told to be ashamed of. Our content doesn't just tell you where to go, but reminds you why pleasure matters in the first place.
This is still your most intimate guide to Panama City. It's just grown up a little.
Now turn the page — there's a lot worth savoring in here.
With pleasure, Deborah Porter
Founder, Cultural Pleasure Points email: [email protected]
Why Am I Like This?
By Deborah Porter
C an I be honest about something? I wasn’t always on a pleasure journey.
For years, I treated pleasure like a decadent dessert—something I snuck to eat when no one was watching. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what this new desire was. But slowly, I started paying attention to what was actually happening to me when I let myself enjoy things that felt good and brought me delight. Turns out my body knew things my mom never taught me, things I was just discovering about myself. How, as a married woman, did I not know about these pleasure principles?
And I wasn’t imagining it. Pleasure isn’t fluffy, woo-woo feelings—it’s chemistry. It floods us with dopamine—that warm rush of reward. Pleasure also releases oxytocin, which quietly lowers stress, reinforces learning, and even sharpens creativity. Pleasure pays us back: research confirms that women who made room for affection and intimacy reported lower stress and better moods the very next day.
All I knew was that whether it was touching my own body, having deep belly laughs with friends over good food and wine or wearing sexy lingerie under my jeans—those things made me feel alive. After having my very first orgasm a year into my marriage, I knew I had to follow this new road that opened to me.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but a fire had been lit in my belly. I set out to create spaces for women to discover their own pleasures so that they too could feel this energy of life. Because when women make room for affection, for things they love/enjoy, intimacy and sexual freedom, they gain the clarity to become more powerful, more intentional. It gently brings us back to our authentic divine selves. Initially, my two daughters struggled to share what mommy did at her events, but they, along with my closest friends, supported me unconditionally.
He brought the artform of erotic storytelling and laid it at my soul's doorstep.
But oddly enough, what pushed me off the fence I had been straddling started almost thirty years ago, on a dating website, of all unglamorous places—long, long ago, when dating sites were a cool place to meet cool people, a fun, online portal that didn’t harbor bots, scam artists and criminals. But I digress.
I matched with a man who, instead of opening with the usual small talk or love bombs filled with compliments, sent me a story. Not a pickup line, an actual story, written just for me, slow and deliberate and erotic as hell. The kind of tale that made you forget you were reading words on a screen. I remember thinking, not since my divorce had anyone ever intrigued me so much. He wasn’t describing a body. He was describing a scene of anticipation—creating the sexual tension before a touch, the electricity of a glance held a second too long. That man didn’t just flirt with me. He brought the artform of erotic storytelling and laid it at my soul’s doorstep—something that caused me to drift into orgasmic places I didn’t know existed. I wrote back using phrases that escaped from my deepest core—and so began our erotic writing dance that lasted months. The mysterious man and I never chatted by phone, never met up and never dated. But I never stopped chasing that euphoric feeling, and I've been writing erotic short stories ever since.
When I arrived in Panama in 2022, much like the U.S. and many other countries, I found a pleasure-starved country. A vibrant city, but one where years of patriarchal and religious controls had formed a stifled culture hiding its very spiritual erotic essence—a surprising dichotomy for a country that has legalized prostitution, has a plethora of gentlemen's clubs, and an array of 'push button' motels. But now, I’m watching things gradually shift. While Panama still lags slightly behind, the whole of Central and Latin America is waking up to pleasure as a part of its historical culture, not a dirty little secret that recently migrated to town. Women in particular are showing up, curious, hungry to reclaim a birthright they never knew was theirs—discovering pleasure as I did years ago.
Over these few years, I’ve been diligently building community using pleasure as the thread running underneath everything I wove together. I produced an Erotic Poetry Night for a room full of strangers who left feeling like they found their tribe, then six months later, gathered them for an erotic game night that proved pleasure and play are the same social instinct wearing different outfits. These events started small but have been silently blossoming. For the Christmas holidays, I hosted the Naughty List Brunch, a private salon where real women had real pleasure conversations over mimosas and tinsel. My mission to bring more eroticism and sensual pleasure to Panama is why I was invited to sit on a panel at AEFEST in Bogotá, talking pleasure trends and strategy to a room of hundreds of like-minded people who came from across Latin America hungry for exactly this conversation. It’s why I crafted the first and only Panama Pleasure Guide, so the women I meet at these events have access to something they can use as a resource, not just a faded memory.
It’s why, for three years running, I’ve produced and co-curated the Panama Erotic Art Exhibition, watching local and international artists turn sensual desire into something you can hang on a wall. It’s also why this year I used my obsession for delicious food and sensual pleasures as the motivating factor to launch Whet Sensual Supper Club dinners—where a succulent meal is only half the menu. Somewhere in the margins of all of that, I’m still writing my collection of erotic short stories that have remained my foundational truth—fed by women who've whispered their dirty little secrets over dinner and fueled by my own ongoing erotic education in what it means to want something out loud. All of it ignited by a sexy man from a dating site.
I’m sharing all of this with you all not to impress you, but to give you permission. What has driven your pleasure journey? If a stranger’s well-written story could reroute the next thirty years of my life, imagine what paying attention to your own pleasure could do for you. You don’t need a dating site epiphany. You just need to tap into your own pleasure points, to stop treating your desires, your longings, like something to apologize for. This is your permission to care for and get intimate with yourself. To look beyond your daily grind and the world’s chaos to discover the mysterious delights of your own body, your sensuality and pure pleasures in your life.
This is why I’m like this—with a pleasure focus in everything I do. Not to be scandalous, but to be whole, and to share this pleasure revolution with other women. Pleasure was never the reward for a good life. I truly believe it is the recipe for living a full life. And that is the whole point of the Panama Pleasure Guide—it’s not a celebrity gossip rag, a self-help manuscript or a timid directory. But it is a map. A way to help you find pleasure events and activities, erotic art, products, goods and services, to engage with other pleasure seekers, and your permission slip to enjoy all of it. Welcome to the pleasure revolution.
Now, just breathe as you turn the pages—the world around you is about to get a lot more interesting.
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Events That Make You Come Again and Again...
While it's true Panama only has wet & dry seasons, we're sharing a whole season of sensual experiences so intentional — you'll want to come out and play with us after dark.
The following events are on-going and ready when you are:
Drag Brunch | Drag Fest Panama – IG: @dragbrunchpa and Panama Drag Show – IG: @thepanamadragshow
Fall 2026:
October 21 – Love Your Body Day
October 24 – Whet Sensual Supper Club Dinner
November 4 – National Sex Toy Day
December 4-5 - FAE Festival of Erotic Arts (Santiago, Chile)
December 12 – The Grown Woman's Naughty Scavenger Hunt
(For women in Panama who stay on Santa's naughty list)
January 15, 2027—International Fetish Day
February 6-9, 2027—Panama Carnival
(A block party steeped in colorful history, folklore and hedonism)
February 14, 2027—Día del Amor y la Amistad
Spring 2027:
March 14 – National Blow Job Day
May 14 & 15 —Panama Burlesque Festival
May – National Masturbation Month
May TBD – Fem Fest Panama 2027
Summer 2027:
June 9 – National Sex Day
June 10-30 - Panama Erotic Art Exhibition
July 31 – National Orgasm Day
Mid-August – AEFEST 2027
(Festival Internacional de Artes Eróticas - Bogotá, Colombia)
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How Lust Is Keeping the Art of Burlesque Alive
There's a moment every burlesque show has — the lights dim, a single spotlight finds the stage. For a few seconds the whole room holds its breath before losing themselves in the story, the costumes and the performers. Amber Lust built her life around this moment. For seven years, she's made sure it happens, year after year, in a country that wasn't always sure it wanted it to be shown at all.
2027 will mark the 8th anniversary of the Panama Burlesque Festival (PBF), the show Lust created, directs, and has fought to keep alive — and it's as good a time to ask the question how her name keeps rising around Panama City's pleasure-culture scene: who is Amber Lust and why burlesque?
First, What Is Burlesque (And What It Isn't)
Before we get to Amber's story, let’s take a quick look at exactly what is burlesque — because the art is constantly mistaken for things it isn't. With sadly many wrongly assuming Burlesque and porn are the same. But Burlesque is a theatrical art form built on a tradition of tease, satire, comedy, and glamour, with roots going back to 19th-century music halls, where it began as playful parody of "serious" theater. It is not stripping, and it's not pornography. It is a skilled craft in the reveal, the storytelling, the costumes, and the wit, not just the body. Think of vintage glamour and showmanship more than nightclub. The art form nearly faded in the mid-20th century, then came roaring back starting in the 1990s in what's now called the "neo-burlesque" movement. And now, burlesque is experiencing a revival shaped heavily by feminist and LGBTQ+ communities, who turned it into a more diverse and inclusive art form than its earlier eras.
That rebirth hasn't slowed down. One industry market analysis estimated the global burlesque show market at roughly $1.2 billion in 2025, projected to keep growing through the next decade. This growth is driven in part by audiences (especially younger ones) seeking live, glamorous, in real life (IRL) experiences that can't be scrolled past on a phone or experienced via AI. So, the question is, is the art dying or thriving? Most signs point to the latter — and festivals like Lust’s are a part of why.
Long before there was a festival, there was a little girl in Panama who couldn't stop scouring through books and magazines that showcased glamourous models and sensual dancers, who used beauty, attire and movement to seduce, entice, and more importantly tell stories.
That early fascination with movement, glamour, and the theater of it all fueled Lust’s creativity. This became the catalyst behind her first small stage shows and burlesque performances beginning in 2013—shows such as Tasseled Tease Burlesque, Atomic Cabaret, and Las Vegas-based Lujuria. But the idea of a larger production never left her mind. Nevertheless, Panama is home, so this where she decided to plant something that didn't exist yet.
Today, Lust considers herself a ‘made in Panama’, queer, mixed-race Latina who splits her life between Las Vegas and Panama City — two cities that, on paper, couldn't be more different, but that both run on the same fuel: spectacle, nightlife, and reinvention.
Building the first Panama Burlesque Festival wasn't as simple as booking a venue and selling tickets. Lust was introducing an artistic production that much of Panama hadn't seen up close; one that was wrapped in cultural assumptions, misconceptions, and, honestly, a lot of resistance (at one point, Christians even show up to protest the shows). Finding entertainers willing to perform, convincing venues to host the show, and getting an audience to fill seats and understand burlesque as art rather than forbidden spectacle for shock's sake — all of it had to be built from scratch. So, she kept going, show by show, year by year, until the PBF found its footing, discovered exceptional entertainers, and a hungry audience.
Seven Years In Almost a decade later, the Panama Burlesque Festival isn't just surviving — it's a fixture in the community, and it's grown into something Lust didn't have access to in those early years – a global reach. Performers from all over the world, now travel to Panama specifically to be part of the spectacular production, and the influx of Expats into Panama has helped spread the word.
And the festival is intentional about who gets to be on that stage. Lust has made inclusivity a non-negotiable part of PBF's identity — mixed race, drag and straight, plus size and thin, every ‘body’ and background represented under the same lights. Lust used burlesque as a healing balm for her prior depression about her own body image issues; eventually learning to truly embrace every curve. Lust has coupled her drive with her unwavering commitment to PBF’s inclusivity, as a way to help others transform negative body image into creating kick-ass performers.
Lust says, “From the moment of its founding, my biggest mission was to create a festival stage that welcomed people from different cultures and heritage, all genders, all bodies and with no age limit. A stage where you could see all the diverse ways of presenting your story, a stage where you could see that burlesque is so much more than just a beautiful costume—it is breathing art. The Panama Burlesque Festival is a hub where people from different walks of life can learn and grow together—an exchange where we create bonds and memories to show people that all bodies are beautiful!
That same vision has carried her beyond Panama's borders. Lust is now a regular presenter at the Erotic Art Festival (AEFEST) in Bogotá, Colombia. Solidifying that, what she built has earned her place in history as part of a much bigger movement reshaping how Latin America talks about sensuality, erotic art, and body imagery.
Seven years ago, burlesque in Panama was a hard sell. And although Panama City still lags behind other major Latin American cities, thanks largely to Lust’s persistence, today it's part of a broader cultural shift — one where erotic and sensual art is being claimed, celebrated, and produced within the region rather than imported from elsewhere.
If you ask Amber Lust what keeps her doing this, year after year, against every obstacle, and the answer probably comes back to that little girl who dreamed of watching the beautiful women in books and magazines come alive on the stage she built so an audience could see them. That dream is keeping the art of burlesque alive!
FEATURED STORY
A Pleasure Point That No One Talks About
By Lori Hurt
Let’s just start here: widowhood is supposed to be quiet.
Muted colors. Soft voices. Casseroles. Sympathy cards. A long hallway of grief where desire is expected to politely excuse itself and wait in the car.
What no one tells you is that grief doesn’t cancel libido. Sometimes it sets it on fire and hands it gasoline.
Almost immediately after my husband died, my body did something wildly inconvenient. While my heart was fractured and my brain was fogged with loss and logistics, my body—traitorous and very much operational—pulsed with heat.
Not metaphorical heat.
Actual, low-belly, thighs-pressing-together-at-2-a.m. heat.
Here’s the part no one whispers at the funeral: many widows get horny as hell.
You’re crying into a pillow, mascara somewhere near your collarbone, and suddenly your body is like, So… are we touching ourselves or what? It feels inappropriate, like your libido didn’t read the room. But grief strips you raw, and when you are raw, sensation lands harder.
The absence of his body becomes intensely physical. You don’t just miss conversation. You miss friction. The weight between your hips. The slow drag of fingers across skin that once knew exactly how to respond. Death brushes close and your body whispers back, I am still here.
Then comes the guilt.
Because apparently society would prefer widows to be softly grieving Victorian ghosts instead of warm-blooded women with nerve endings. You’re taught to be reverent, not aroused. Devoted, not desirous. So when your body starts humming, it feels like a betrayal of the program.
But desire is not disrespect. It’s biology with a pulse.
Before another person ever touched me again, there was one place I went first: my own nightstand. Self-pleasure became less about indulgence and more about reconnaissance. What still works? What feels different? Is this setting too strong, or am I just meeting myself without an audience for the first time?
There is something grounding about touching yourself without negotiation. No performance. No comparison. Just breath, heat, and the slow build under your own control.
No one tells widows this either: sometimes you need to make yourself cum just to remember you are not broken.
It wasn’t frantic. It was intentional. Curious. My fingers relearning the language of my own skin, the way my body arched toward pressure almost on instinct. Curiosity led to exploration—new textures, new toys, packages arriving discreetly like tiny ambassadors of pleasure.
There is something deeply empowering about buying a vibrator with the same energy you once reserved for throw pillows. Climax in a grieving body is not scandalous. It is proof of circulation. Eventually, desire starts to look beyond the edge of the bed.
After a while, the idea of being touched by someone else stops feeling like an emotional landmine and starts feeling…interesting. Dangerous. Tempting, in that way where you half-hope someone will flirt with you and half-hope no one notices you at all.
The first time someone new touches you, your skin feels electric—like it’s been plugged back in after a long outage. His fingers trace your waist. His mouth finds yours. The unfamiliar weight of his body presses you into the mattress.
Your body reacts before your brain finishes its moral debate.
You are not inexperienced. You are professionally seasoned. You know what it feels like to be opened slowly, to be taken apart in layers, to be known in the dark without instruction.
So, when someone new undresses you, you are hyperaware—air across bare skin, the tightening of nipples, anticipation pooling low. You want him to touch you. You also kind of want to text your therapist. It's thrilling.
Sometimes that history intensifies the pleasure. You already know how to tilt, how to open, how to surrender without overthinking.
Sometimes there’s a glitch. A half-second pause. A nervous system cross-reference. Yes, occasionally, in the blur of pleasure, the wrong name slips out.
It isn’t betrayal. It’s neurology with a libido.
There are nights when desire feels uncomplicated—slow, deep, steady. Fully present. Fully choosing the body in front of you. And there are nights—anniversaries, diagnosis dates, stray triggers—when your body feels more guarded or strangely more urgent, as if wanting to anchor itself in something undeniably alive.
On those nights, intimacy isn’t just sex. It’s saying softly, “Stay with me,” and meaning both here in this moment and here in this life I’m building now. And through all of it, grief doesn’t pack its bags and leave.
Once grief enters your life, it doesn’t clock out. It moves in. Rearranges the furniture. Sometimes steals the good towels. You learn to live with it, even roll your eyes at it occasionally.
Some of us are in the early raw stage, where desire feels shocking against fresh loss.
Some of us are rediscovering our own bodies in the quiet of our bedrooms—occasionally with rechargeable assistance.
Some of us are dating again, letting new hands learn familiar curves.
Some of us are loving again—seasoned skin and all—navigating pleasure with bodies that carry history like fine lines instead of flaws.
Grief stays.
But so does the pulse between your thighs. Wanting touch is not disloyal.
Wanting sex is not betrayal. Wanting pleasure is not disrespectful.
It is embodied. It is alive. It is beautifully inconvenient.
Widowhood does not make you porcelain. It makes you aware.
Vulnerable. Slightly unhinged in the best way. There’s that whisper: Is this allowed?
And then there’s your body, arching anyway. Grief may still be in the room, sitting quietly in the corner, but so is heat. You find yourself laughing afterward at the absurdity of it all: widow brain and wanting body, sharing the same bed.
Over time, if you’re lucky, it’s not just bodies you’re saying yes to. Love sneaks back in—different, but real. Not a replacement, not a comparison, just another love. And you realize you are walking into it with new love, seasoned skin.
Your body arrives with mileage. Good mileage. Seasoned by devotion, by long-term rhythm, by years of knowing exactly how to move and be moved. You can deeply crave the man in front of you and still feel layers beneath your skin.
A certain angle. A familiar cadence. The way fingers grip your waist. Your body responds immediately—hips lifting, breath catching, heat blooming—and underneath it all, memory flickers like an old soundtrack playing softly in another room.
Lori Hurt is an author, retreat curator, and creative visionary whose work is rooted in healing, reflection, and the transformative power of storytelling. She is the author of Amazing Spaghetti, What We Carry, and A Widow’s Journey, each shaped by themes of love, loss, resilience, and renewal. Drawing from faith, travel, creativity, and life lived, Lori writes with honesty, warmth, and soul. As co-founder of Queen’s Retreats, she also creates meaningful spaces for rest, reflection, and reconnection, inspiring others to find beauty, wisdom, and grace within life’s most tender chapters.
Contact: [email protected]
How Charlotte Van Horn Is Inspiring Black America to Taste Freedom
There's a particular kind of hunger that food cannot satisfy — it’s the hunger for a life that finally fits. Through Black Expats in Panama®(BEIP®) Charlotte Van Horn has spent years feeding that hunger, one BEIP tour at a time.
Her BEIP Cultural Relocation Tours were never about sightseeing. They're an invitation to slow down, become immersed in a curated relocation experience and the warmth of Afro-Panamanian culture. Guests are seduced by the hospitality, the calming rhythm of coastal breezes, the rich, unhurried flavors of a cuisine that lingers and feeds the soul. Guests don't just see Panama. They feel it.
Van Horn is affectionately nicknamed ‘Harriet’ for helping guide a multitude of Black Americans toward new possibilities living abroad. She was also Executive Producer on BEIP's first mini documentary, "CHarriet." In July 2026, Van Horn completed her 50th BEIP tour and has expanded her reach beyond Panama, into Colombia, Brazil, South Africa and Ghana. These milestones speak to something deeper than wanderlust. It’s an answer to a longing many are just discovering they have. Some tours show you a country. Charlotte shows you yourself when you arrive.
With a combined social media community of more than 40,000 followers and members across multiple platforms, BEIP has become more than a travel company — it's a movement rooted in happiness as a birthright: the pleasure of finding community with others and the quiet peace of knowing that a different life may be closer than they ever imagined.
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Each experience is designed privately, orchestrated quietly, and delivered specifically for you.
If this type of engagement speaks to you, it's meant for you — choose your entry point, and I'll handle the rest.
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The Weight of My Wanting
As a young girl I was called chicken legs. As a young woman I possessed a body that could stop traffic. I woke up with the sunrise and clothed myself in the shortest, tightest, clingiest fabrics, and the highest heels. When I moved to New York, I learned about healthy eating and going to the gym. My personal trainer worked me hard. At one point I could leg press seven hundred pounds. I had Tina Turner legs. I loved the cut at my breasts. The diamond cut of my deltoids. I was proud of my "guns."
I wanted to look great in and out of clothes. My inspiration for all this hard work — attracting a man.
But after three failed marriages and four kids, I accepted that marriage and even partnership was not part of my destiny, and with that surrender, my body grew thicker and flabbier. The inspiration I got from love making or even heavy petting was no more. Cronuts and brownies became my constant bedfellows. Men no longer stared at my pert tits. My belly protrudes further than my breasts. I've become invisible as I walk down the street. I'm still a clothes horse and women constantly compliment my fashions, but men barely notice me except to offer me a seat or help me cross a street. And I'm not that old.
Somehow my sexuality to men was lost with my thin muscular physicality. Honestly, I wouldn't be comfortable removing my clothes in front of a lover. I'm ashamed to look at myself.
So, as I travel the world, to ninety-some-odd countries, the possibility of a local tryst is an absolute no. I can't imagine anyone would have me. Yet, I see women larger than myself who are full of sensuality, sexuality, and confidence with a roster of lovers to prove it. I don't know how they do it.
I have noticed that some dress more provocatively than I do. Their hair is coiffed; their nails are polished. They wear lashes and liner and lip color. My beauty routine is all in the African textiles and bespoke designs. Skip the waist cinchers, push-up bras, and stilettos. And even so, the majority of my women friends — even the ones who put in the "effort" — are not getting any ACTION.
Sexuality in the West is sold to us as something we must acquire with expensive purchases of beauty products and health gimmicks. We have to study with experts on how to attract a man, how to speak with a man. I spent thousands of dollars on books and sessions with experts like Harville Hendrix, John Gray, and Dr. Pat Allen. I bought it. I used Ingrid Millet Pearl de Caviar on my face, I got the best weaves, I waxed all the pertinent parts, and really rarely got "lucky."
And I know I'm not alone in having a paucity of pursuers. I have friends who haven't seen a naked male anatomy in person in more than a decade, much less been touched by one they weren't paying. Is it any wonder that fertility is down and Europe and America are not having enough babies to even replace themselves?
Not so in the Global South. In Africa and Oceania, women are having a minimum of three babies. In Ethiopia, the average is four; in Nigeria, it's five.
Many would brush this off as oppression, patriarchy, and lack of access to birth control. Let me enlighten you to the fact that indigenous women have used herbs to practice natural birth control for centuries. My observation is that these indigenous women are having a lot of sex. The plethora of small children is evidence. There is not a skinny, fat, disabled, or homely woman who isn't getting some, as attested to by the baby on her back.
And they are not wearing bras or Spanx. Fashion does not exist in the mismatched patterns of Western hand-medown T-shirts and shorts. Most hair is natural and plaited or left wild. No one is even using kohl on their eyes. Bare skin — what we in the West would call raggedy clothes, covered in dust — and they're getting laid enough to have a child almost every other year. The children in most villages well outnumber the adults. And their houses are one room, maybe two. Sex is going on with children in the same room, probably on the same pallet. Nothing is deterring their urge to express their innate sexuality.
Well, lo and behold, it rubbed off on me!
I was traveling the highlands of Papua New Guinea. In the villages, people are living sustainably, eating healthily while longing for the ultra-processed lifestyle they've seen in movies. Not everyone has that longing, but some do. And I was the first Black American tourist they had ever seen. I was the sole tourist at that time. I looked just like them. They felt like family.
The people are fit from working hard to sustain themselves and their community. They were genuinely full of life and joy and purpose. While the men might be muscular, the women are not. By Western standards, no one was much to look at. To me, they were all stunningly beautiful.
In one village my "guide" was a twenty-two-year-old young man named Gaguyo. On my arrival, when I stepped on the wood to climb into the yard of the compound, the step collapsed. And Gaguyo chirped, "You're heavy."
We planned to play cards on my final night. Gaguyo had taken me to the Big River that day. The Big River is where they wash their clothes and their bodies, and where the children swim and dive in inner tubes in the swift current. The shore was very rocky, and my heavy self couldn't do much more than sit and watch. Gaguyo and I sat partially submerged in the cool rushing water watching the children play and eating shrimp chips and candy shared with the other villagers. We sat in the cool water under the hot sun for four or five hours.
I asked him if everyone was coming to play cards that night. And he replied, "If not, I will stay up all night and play with you."
Was that flirtation?
It wasn't like any flirtation I'd ever experienced. But something in my body stirred. I brushed it off because this strapping young man could not possibly be flirting with my old, heavy self.
I am sitting on rocks up to my waist in the river, wearing quick-dry Bermudas and a watermelon shirt. My microbraids are pulled back into a ponytail. Baldness and grey hair frame my forehead. I look like the sixty-something woman that I am.
I shake off the delusion that Gaguyo's comment about staying awake all night means anything more than the fact that we have an early morning departure to drive me to town to catch my flight. But just in case, when we returned from the river, I put on my nice African indigo-print dress and let my hair down.
The rest of the day was filled with cultural dances and performances. The fire man showed me how to make fire by rubbing sticks together. They cooked a meal for me inside a bamboo stick. There was not another hint of flirtation, much to my disappointment. But I held out hope.
When evening came, we met at the table where we had played cards the previous night. There had been about five of us laughing and throwing cards. I ate my dinner alone, and no one showed up for cards. Even Gaguyo was missing for quite a while. When he finally arrived, he told me he would turn on the generator so I could charge my phone. I asked him if he would like to watch a movie on my phone in my room. Not very subtle.
Just then, the woman who was the leader of the community arrived, and I invited her to join us, too. It was the best cover I could conjure in case my instincts were way off base.
My room was in a large circular building made of wood with a spiked thatched roof. The windows had no screens or glass. The building was divided into many rooms. The walls did not reach the roof. Gaguyo's room was on the opposite side of the circular building from mine. This was not his home. He was only staying there to protect me from my fear of bats and other creatures that roam in the night.
There weren't any chairs in the room, so we sat on my bed. The phone perched on my thighs. We watched Denzel Washington in The Equalizer. This was a big treat for Gaguyo. They don't have televisions or cable. I've seen this movie a half dozen times. Instead of watching, I'm running through my mind — I've got him alone in my room. How do I move this to the next level? I didn't have a clue. The movie ended, and nothing happened. I quickly suggested another movie, Equalizer 2. It was not as good. I could see his attention wavering. The chief woman came by, and Gaguyo left and went to his room. I had not been able to close the deal!
I lay there in the dark, aroused and frustrated and ashamed that I possessed zero skills for communicating my desire to a man or for interesting him in engaging with me. Is there a school that teaches this? Is it too late for me to enroll?
I lay in my bed not sleeping. Suddenly, I heard a fluttering sound over my head. Was it a bat? Argghhhh. Gaguyo heard it too, and he called out to me. He asked if I was scared. I said yes. I truly was. I invited him back to watch another movie. He climbed over me on the wall side of the bed. We were both fully clothed. I can't remember what movie I put on. But Gaguyo put his arm behind me. Gasp! I leaned my head on his shoulder. A shiver ran through me.
We watched the movie for a long time; my frustration was rising. He squeezed my hand. Ahh! I snuggled closer. The phone fell over. He squeezed my shoulders. I rolled over to let him spoon me — my favorite position. No matter. This is the most action I've had in years, and I'm having it the way I want it.
He put his other arm around my belly and kissed behind my ear and neck. I gasped and rolled over to meet his mouth. And we were groping, kissing, squeezing. His hands between my legs, I was soaking wet. At my age, wet down there is inconceivable. The thought of a penis attempting to enter was like imagining a night in CECOT prison. He wasn't making any moves to do any other things with his mouth, but I was reveling in the kissing. His tongue. His touch made me bloom like the True Rose of Jericho.
He wasn't very large. Or very hard. Or very skilled. But I was very wet, and I rode him to the Promised Land. When I was spent, I rolled off, and we slept with me spooned in his arms. I lay awake trying to figure this out. It had been glorious. There was no age in the dark between the sheets. Body shapes and sizes didn't matter while we were giving one another pleasure. I was astonished. But I couldn't imagine it ever working like this in America. Sex in the West is more a function of our thoughts about who we are sleeping with rather than an instinctual experience of human nature fulfilling the ends to which it was designed: pleasure from every orifice.
I had never had sex where some story or conversation had not preceded the deed. Gaguyo and I didn't talk about anything. It was all action, glorious action. He was young, so not a skilled lover. But the passion fulfilled my needs.
I'm sixty-three, overweight, balding, with whiskers that would be a full beard if left unwaxed or shaved. I've never had a waist or an ass. I have zero skill at seduction. Yet within this culture, where fashion and makeup and external beauty are not the norm, I was as attractive and worthy of a sexual experience as anyone. And that is a gift all of us women in the West could greatly benefit from experiencing.
Who or what orchestrated it? When you got it, was it you? Was it him? Should we Western women be more assertive?
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DEBORAH’S LIST OF PANAMA’S MOST PROLIFIC EROTIC ARTISTS
Private sessions that morph a living canvas into exotic creations.
WhatsApp: +1 678 684 8866
IG: @mahaseleganceart
Where bodies become canvases of desire, Ton doesn't just paint on skin – his intimate body painting sessions turn your body into a masterpiece.
Lex transforms rope into poetry, creating experiences that are equal parts art and ecstasy.
A master of sacred touch who doesn't just massage the flesh, but he awakens the soul.
WhatsApp: +507 6290 9190
From sound bowls, floating sound baths, red light therapy, these immersive sensory experiences will enhance your body & soul.
Calle 32, entre Ave Mexico y Justo Arosemena
WhatsApp: +507 6794-4731
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IMAGINE!
200 People Show Up for an Erotic Art Exhibition in Prim & Proper Panama City
Because ‘The Erotic Merge’ art exhibit awakened Panama residents, giving voice to erotic expression and space for human connection.
In a world of AI-generated content and extensive screen time, people are exhausted scrolling online. Nearly 41% of adults are actively craving face-to-face, genuine human connection, and opportunities for real life cultural experiences.
On June 11, Panama City delivered. Over 200 guests came out to the Weil Art Gallery on Calle 50 for the opening night of this year’s Panama Erotic Art Exhibition, “The Erotic Merge: The Intertwining of Masculine & Feminine Energy,” produced by the Panama Erotic Art Alliance (PEAA). The public’s reaction was viscerally emotional as strangers came together around an unspoken common interest, where the phrase “this is so needed in Panama” was heard repeatedly throughout the evening. Among the most powerful undercurrent of the night was the number of Panamanian women who boldly showed up — unapologetically claiming pleasure interactions. In a country where female pleasure has long been kept quiet, the opening night crowd signaled something is unmistakably shifting within Central and Latin American cultures.
Now in its third consecutive year, the Panama Erotic Art Exhibition is becoming the largest erotic art show in Panama City. With over twenty-five Panamanian and international artists showcasing incredible works of art, the exhibition is produced and co-curated by Deborah Porter, founder of PEAA. The powerhouse collaboration between Porter and David Weil, owner of Weil Art demonstrates that cultural organizations are rising to meet a city that is clearly ready for this conversation.
“For years, Weil Art has played a significant role in shaping the artistic landscape of Panama. By promoting local and regional artists, the gallery has contributed to the development of a vibrant and dynamic art scene here. Working with Deborah and hosting this exhibition has been one of our great honors — the response from the public confirms what we always believed: it belongs exactly here,” said David Weil, Weil Art Curator.
Porter, a San Francisco native who relocated to Panama City from Las Vegas as a Pleasure Concierge to help activate what she calls the “pleasure revolution.” She created the Panama Pleasure Guide digital magazine in 2025 and was an invited panelist at AEFEST—the renowned International Erotic Art Festival in Bogotá, Colombia. Porter stated, “Women are purposely seeking emotional connections in communities where they can speak freely about their desire. Panama is just waking up to watch this cultural shift happen in real time.”
“Women are purposely seeking emotional connections in communities where they can speak freely about their desire. Panama is just waking up to watch this cultural shift happen in real time.”
Deborah Porter
Visit one of Deborah's favorite top sexiest Panama cocktail bars that will seduce you right out of your inhibitions
Corrupto Speak Easy Bar & Club
Perfect for dressing up as though you are the seduction, while sipping sensual cocktails
Drinks come with their own light show so of course they're LGBTQ+-friendly
The Day Joe Died
Mixology as love potion creations, Asian-Mexican fusion with soul
Rooftop La Concordia Hotel, Avenida Central &, C. B, Casco Viejo
Frente a la Plaza Bolivar, Calle 4a Este, Casco Viejo
Come for the "Portobelo" cocktail and stay for the put-it-in-your-mouth menu.
Terrat
Because being sexy + fun are in a committed relationship
Av. A Calle 71, este, San Francisco
Because every cocktail needs a little drag
Experience any of Deborah's top picks of restaurants whose dishes are foreplay on a plate. Because when seduction is served—you put it in your mouth!
Fonda Lo Que Hay
Where the service is only surpassed by the food
Edificio el Colegio, C. José D. de la Obaldía
Their menu & service will make you moan
Calle Matilde De Obarrio de Malex, Panamá
WhatsApp: + 507 6130-1040
IG: @CasaStizzoli
So erotic you'll feel it in your sweet spot—WATCH HERE
Blame Kiki
Yoo Panamá & Arts Tower, Av. Balboa
WhatsApp: +507 6924 1796
IG: @blamekiki
So whimiscally naughty, you'll question if Cinderella had sex that night!
Can't get out of bed or too exhausted to go out? Try one of Deborah's preferred private chefs
Private chef - creating an atmosphere so intimate, you'll feel like you're dining in a lover's private kitchen with Caribbean & international cuisine.
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Contact: WhatsApp: +507 6612 3601 email: [email protected]
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A private Afro-Panamanian chef specializing in cuisine that is tailored to your discriminating tastes. Each intimate plating makes every bite a sensual revelation.
Contact: WhatsApp: +507 6712 6861 email: [email protected]
IG: @chef_dave507
Turn Left at Desire — You've Arrived at Your Pleasure Shopping Point
My preferred choice when purchasing exquisite lingerie in Panama is both, Hechizo Seductores Lencería
Wendy, the owner, understands that lingerie isn't just clothing, it's a statement of feminine power!
Contact: WhatsApp:+507 6110 1372
And for more edgy custom pieces that are "made to be felt," reach out to Maria with Alter Ego Luxury
Both of these stores carry larger sizes.
But not to be forgotten, the Scarlet Rose deserves an honorable mention for their incredible online and instore selections
IG: @Scarletrosepty | https://scarletstore.com/
Photograph by Rhnaiwar
In the off chance Panama doesn't satisfy your pleasure needs...
it's okay to swipe right with our favorite online collaborators!
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80-page full-color ‘concealed spiral-bound’ hardcover journal (see attached example)
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PLEASURE GUIDE
The following practitioners and clinics in Panama City are listed as a resource only, and are not necessarily recommended or preferred. We believe that they provide natural, homeopathic, functional, or alternative medicine services for women's health, sexual health, and reproductive healing
A unique integrative gynecological practice that merges standard clinical protocols with Ayurvedic medicine, alternative healing lifestyle coaching, and holistic wellness workshops. She is highly sought after for a compassionate approach to female sexual wellness and nervous system relaxation during sensitive care.
Contact Information: The Panama Clinic, Torre B, Piso 25, Consultorio 2521, Pacific Center, San Francisco, IG: @saludfemeninadramaria
WhatsApp: +507 6325 4635
A multi-generational integrative and biological medicine clinic that treats chronic female conditions by focusing on the body's natural recovery systems. They specialize in homeopathy, biological medicine, bioenergetics, intravenous nutrient therapy, and ozone therapy to restore hormonal and sexual health from a root-cause approach.
Dra. Ericka Stahl - Medicina Funcional e Integrativa
A medical specialist focusing purely on functional and integrative medicine. Her practice heavily manages female endocrine pathways, addressing chronic hormonal imbalances, low libido, gastrointestinal links to sexual wellness, and metabolic health entirely through conscious nutrition, natural supplementation, and bio-identical support.
Contact Information: Town Center, Torre Arboleda, Consultorio 5009, Costa del Este
A dedicated natural healing center offering traditional Ayurveda medicine from India, naturopathy, and energy therapies. They provide specialized womb wellness and hormonal balance care through Panchakarma detoxification protocols, customized therapeutic herbal oils, yoga, and natural stress-reduction frameworks.
Contact Information: Casa 8b, Calle 61 Este, Obarrio
IG: @ganeshabienestar
WhatsApp: +507 6230 0588
A GENTLE DISCLAIMER FROM CULTURAL PLEASURE POINTS
Sorry, we simply must state the obvious. The content contained in this Panama Pleasure Guide may not be reproduced, duplicated, or transmitted without direct written permission from the author or the publisher and is copyright protected. This guide is for personal use only. The user cannot amend, distribute, sell, quote, or paraphrase any part, or the content within this book, without the expressed consent of the author or publisher.
Much Like Orgasms, Every Journey is Uniquely Yours
Darling, the exquisite experiences I've shared in this guide are born from my own passionate explorations of Panama City and experiences with other sensual global brands, captured as of August 2026. Each recommendation is a whisper of my personal adventures and the magic I've discovered derived from various sources. Your own journey may unfold differently – and that's the beautiful nature of pleasure seeking. What ignites my senses may touch yours in entirely new ways so unfortunately, there are no guarantees you will experience what I have in the exact same way.
The talented individuals and enchanting establishments featured here dance to their own rhythms. While I've fallen in love with their offerings, I cannot speak for their future performances. Each operates as an independent creator of experiences, beyond my gentle influence or control. And in full transparency (like sharing your test results), you should know some providers, performers and businesses have paid a promotional fee to be listed in the guide. Personal essays reflect the views of the author and not necessarily Cultural Pleasure Points.
Like all living things, the details within these pages – contacts, locations, people, availability, and offerings – breathe and evolve. What was true in August 2026, may transform without warning. Venues may reimagine themselves, artists may relocate their studios, or new adventures may replace familiar ones. Such is the nature of any city that refuses to stand still and therefore I can’t swear to you things will remain the same.
Like Safe Sex, This is Your Beautiful Responsibility
Sweet pleasure seeker, I invite you to:
• Confirm the current details before embarking on any adventure
• Honor your own boundaries and comfort levels as you explore
• Ensure your chosen experiences align with local customs and laws
• Trust your instincts about what feels safe and exciting for you
• Embrace the terms each provider offers with open communication
• Protect your health and wellbeing
A Lover’s Kiss is An Invitation, Not a Promise
This guide is my love letter to Panama's sensual soul – offered for the purpose of education, entertainment and your inspiration and delight only. By accepting my suggestions and recommendations, you're choosing to write your own story of discovery. Every decision, every experience, every moment of pleasure is beautifully, completely yours. So in other words, under no circumstances will any blame or legal responsibility be held against Deborah Porter, Cultural Pleasure Points, the publisher or author, for any damages, reparations, or monetary loss due to the information contained within this guide, either directly or indirectly, including, but not limited to, errors, omissions, inclusions, or inaccuracies.
All effort has been executed to present accurate, up-to-date, reliable, and complete information. Readers acknowledge that the author is not engaging in the rendering of legal, financial, medical, psychiatric, professional relationship advice, or any other professional counsel. In no event shall the author or publisher be liable for any direct, indirect, incidental, exemplary or consequential damages or actions by third party businesses, enterprises, vendors, retailers, writers or performers referenced in this document.
With passionate regards and endless wanderlust, Deborah Porter, Your Pleasure Concierge
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