She lays you on your back to explore your neck and nape. The soft tantric music from her stereo sends you to a far off world. A nightfall that fills your body with anticipation and longing. She starts to knead your shoulders extending over your collarbone and down your arms.

She is building up your desire. Her arms go over your back bringing her tits to slowly glaze over your back muscles, you cringe. She adds pressure to her arms as the tantric music moves from the pulpy to the slightly jerky and tense rendition of an erotic romance song.
She lets her arms fall over your butt, pressing it ever so tightly and then cups your balls in her arms. She tenderly feels them as though she is testing the smoothness of sand in her fingers. You grasp more tensely on the cushions. She plays with them gently ignoring you as you push your body back to put more of your manhood into her arms.

She lets them off and continues to massage your inner thighs, examining the moles on your skin. Slowly, tenderly, skillfully, she works on your body as though looking for some minute spot. She plays down your thighs to your knees then slowly works her way up your thighs again as the music settles to a constant danceable blur. The raunchy beats and mixes seeps into you.

She presses against the furrow of your ass lets her arms slip, as they get a hold of your erection. The playful moments last long as she massages your erection at the root while watching your reaction. She has mastered your pleasure spots. The aroma in the room is another worldly fusion of mystical scents and incarnate fragrances made from desert plains and Hong Kong’s massage wicks.

With her own rhythm and purpose she creates in you an endless anticipation and longing pushing you to understand your body ever more deeply. You can’t help but reach out to massage those tender nipples. She lets you do it. You pull her close till you can hear her breathe. You watch her chest rise and fall as she heaves under the relentless squeeze of your arms on those sable brown nipples.

She sinks her arms in your midriff to get a hold of your erection and cups it into her small hand. She presses it gently joining you into her sweet erotic dance. You feel the need for a release, you squeeze harder at the nipples then lest go as you stretch back on the bed. She continues to gently massage your erection. You can feel her soft knuckles in your inner thighs as you lay back your head and stare at the decorated ceiling above.

The humming engines of the Hong Kong traffic is a faint noise far off in the horizon as she guides you into a momentary restraint. You can fill blood gush into your erection. She presses her knees into your thighs making you pat them and leans directly above your body. Her presence makes you lust as she guides you into a release.

There is this saloon in downtown, which is famous for its services. One such service is SIX Sensual Massage. Customers who visit the place have one thing in common, they keeping going back for the services. Their services are excellent with keen attention to detail. Out of all these factors, there is one outstanding thing about the place, an Asian lady who works as a therapist at the place.

Her beauty, her eyes were dark and shiny. She was the type that probably fell directly from heaven. She was slender and slightly tall, a model body you could say. She had long kohl- dark hair falling down her neck, which she liked to play with. She had a round face, a sharp elegant nose and a flawless skin. One who has met her would have said that she had dazzling eyes with pencil-thin eyelashes and beetle’s leg eyebrows. Her luminous white teeth lit the entire place whenever she opened her oxbow lips to smile. She had a soft soothing voice, which worked wonders on the massage I received. It sent an electric nerve on my body.

She is a nude therapist, I do agree with most clients that she has a round posterior and a small decanter waist. She is a polite charming beauty. Her nails are Venus-red. Her breasts were steady and round. She equally had a sharp neck and a small head balancing on it. Her feminine body is a masterpiece of creation. She must be tender and soft even from the looks.

Then comes the way she handles her clients, she is a symbol of relaxation, she presses gently and with a lot of care. She makes one to be totally comfortable before she begins her pleasurable torture on a client’s body. She is a master of her art, from the point of applying the cream to the way she rolls her hands slowly on the back.

She is in control of her clients; it is a rare opportunity which each client craves. She totally gets one hooked. A feeling of being at home, where everybody desires to be. A moment one hardly forgets, it is as if each session is custom designed and figured out for each client. I must say she is delightfully amazing.

Other than her physical attributes she is a composed woman; she is calm and collected. She equally must be sincere. Her joyous personality perfectly matches her beauty. She is a blessed creature of Gods work, intelligent in her own right, gorgeous, charming and stunning magnificent if one can sum it up.

It is such a wonderful experience that most clients get in the company of this lady. She could be the highest investment this saloon might have made so far, it is a reaction of mixed emotions when one leaves the place. There is obviously a feeling of emptiness as one leaves but equally a relaxing thought that one will come back for the more tantalizing experience. As long as she remains at this place, certainly more and more clients will continue filling the place for a share of their own story.

There’s a knock at the door.

I am glad because after business going well just two hours before, it’s good to celebrate. It’s like icing on the cake. I surely wasn’t let down with the masseuse they sent.
I go to answer the door, and let her in.

She told me her name was Linda. Her English is surprisingly superb. She has an amazing voice. Her hair is pinned up in a bun like do, with a few strands hanging down around her ears. It shows off her slender neck, and her beautiful face. With her is a man with large muscles who carries a massage table. He sets it up for her then leaves. Linda has me undress and covers my buttocks with a towel and gets started. Luckily, Linda turned away, so she would not have to see anything. Plus, I didn’t have to show anything hanging out. I’m a little shy when it comes to such things.

She started out kneading my shoulders, back, and neck; just digging her hands into my body. It is that kind of massaging that feels uncomfortable, but at the same time, you feel so much better afterwards.

While Linda’s giving me the massage, I feel her press against me. I smell perfume that smells very expensive, and very intoxicating.

After about a few minutes of her tough kneading, she eased up, switching to something softer. Something a lot more gentle. The way she was massaging me, I feel like I was born without bones. It’s wonderful. I wish she could keep doing this forever. I didn’t realize that I was so tense until after she got started. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

“Hey,” I say, after she’s finished, and I’m in my white robe, that the hotel provided for me. “I haven’t eaten all day, do you want some room service?”

“Sorry, I can’t stay,” Linda says. I nod, in understanding. I decide not to push it. I figure it’s some thing where she can’t get too involved with a client or something.

After looking at the menu, I see it’s in Cantonese. I don’t read Cantonese very well. “Huh,” I chuckle. “Maybe you’d have better luck with what I should order?”

“Yeah sure.” She took the menu from me and started looking over the menu.

“Do they have General Tso’s chicken or is that actually an American dish?”

“They have that. And fried rice?”

“Yes please.” I smile at her.

Linda called the desk and ordered for me. When the food got there, Linda told me that I should tip the guy who brought the food and how much. Once that was done, Linda told me that she had to go.

“Wanna join me?” I try again, I’m not sure why. She already said no, there’s no reason at all for me to think that this time she will be able to stay. “There is plenty of food here,” waving my hand out to show her that yes, in fact there was enough food for both of us to enjoy.

“Ok.” This is a surprise to me. I hope she doesn’t feel forced to say yes.

“Cool, pull up a chair.” I say. I wheel the cart with the food over to a table in the corner of the room.

She stays for about an hour and we chow down on some of the food. I do most of the chowing, Linda mostly takes small bites and let’s me eat. We talk about movies and books. She tells me about her over bearing mother. I tell her mostly about my lack of relationship with both of my parents. I look at my watch at one point, and I’m surprised to see she’s been here for about three and a half hours. Surprise shows on my face because Lin says “What?”

I say, “It’s after eight.” Time does fly when you’re having a lot of fun.

I see she needs to leave, and hope I don’t get her in trouble. I almost feel bad that I’ve kept her here this long.

She calls the man back into carry the table out for her. Apparently, he’s just been waiting outside this whole time. Probably also acting as security, just in case.

When I wave at her, Linda waves back to me. She smiled at me when she left.

“Thanks for everything,” I said before she shut the door behind her.