External Link/Members OnlyFinding myself weary of some low budget awful quality punts of late I too decided to try something different. Having the fondest memories of time spent in Hong Kong and Macau I know only too well how amazing, exotic and erotic a good body to body massage can be.
I am also, sadly, too aware of how badly the expression “body to body” can be misinterpreted in this country. The most memorable involved a rather gorgeous East European girl quickly brushing her nipples across the small of my back; this was her definition of body to body.
Visiting massage shops, particularly outside some of the more well-reviewed ones in and around London can be a hit and miss affair. They can be grubby affairs with poor service and scant attention to hygiene, let alone personal service. I finally settled, more by luck then judgement, on Elements Massage. The establishment is clean and tidy, run by Filipinos. This came as a surprise to me as I am used to the more familiar Chinese and Thai parlours.
The receptionist was friendly enough, insisted I take a shower (nice), and directed me afterwards to a cosy small room c/w massage table.
I confess I was nervous, unsure what was to follow. This included a mental picture of the receptionist coming in to give me my massage. Whilst she may have had a nice smile the prospect of body to body with her was not at the forefront of my desires.
After waiting for what seemed an eternity the door is thrown open and in sweeps a vision of loveliness bare legged in a short pink housecoat. I have to say it was a delightful surprise and a deep therapeutic massage quickly became the furthest thing from my mind.
My masseur’s name was Laila and she wasted no time in upselling me from a standard massage to a body to body experience. I was quoted a price of £60 on top of the £40 standard charge for an hour of massage. I started to negotiate only to quickly realise that I had as much chance of negotiating a lower price as I would have negotiating down the price of a litre of petrol at my local Shell station.
As most of you well understand, in such a situation, with an attractive youngish (late 20’s??) girl, the money quickly becomes irrelevant and despite the seemingly high cost I handed over the funds.
I did not live to regret it. Though it didn’t quite match up to the full body on body treasures of the far east, it was intimate, exciting and she has a lovely touch. I was given a liberal amount of freedom for exploration and the only regret was her vice like thigh and butt muscles clenched impassably when I got a touch over-excited and ambitious.
After a delightful release of tension I was treated to a nice head massage before being packed off happily on my way.
