sing169
24-09-2005, 01:45 AM
Have you guys tried this “kinky” joint called “Sensual Massage”? I chanced upon it last Thursday: I was walking along Smith Road to scout out a number of the massage joints there, a couple of which are “By Men”... I wonder if these are meant for gays, or for horny girls looking for extracurricular activities? :)
As I am not inclined to try these “By Men” joints, I continued walking. Then, I saw an enticing signboard, with the picture of a sexy, pear-shaped silhouette of a half-naked lady in pink, entitled “Sensual Massage”. I was titillated and my curiosity led me up the stairs into the joint. The experience reminds me so much of what I tried in Japan a couple of years ago...
When I stepped into the joint, I was greeted by a young and smiley (though ugly) gal. She showed me their price list: packages ranged from 'Classic' 60 minutes massage at $100, to the top-end 'Super' package priced at $200 for 60 minutes. Looking at the receptionist and the price list, I hesitated and wanted to walk out: for such prices, better to go to the “proven” joints, my Big Brain said. However, the girl started her sales pitch about their specialty in 'sensual massage' by a girl wearing only bikinis, with full body contact, arousing, stimulating, etc, etc..!
“What is the difference in the packages?” I asked her.
She smiled mysteriously: “Classic involves a layer of towel between the bodies”. And Super..?
“The ULTIMATE package: direct body-to-body contact, including direct contact with your genitals”, she smiled even more mysteriously. “It will reach such a stage of stimulation that you will be highly aroused. Ejaculation will most likely be unavoidable...”
Uh..? Girl in bikini..? Body-to-body..? Ejaculation..? Sure or not..? This is a legit joint..? “Can choose the gal or not?”
“You can ask for a change of the masseuse immediately after seeing her.” She smiled coyly. “There is choice”.
Okey.. Curiosity got the better of my Small Brain: Dicky told my hand to sign up for their $200 'Super' Package. And since I wasn’t prepared with the cash, I signed it onto my credit card (it was put under some innocuous company’s name). After payment, the receptionist handed me a declaration form to sign: something to the effect that “I acknowledge that there will be no hanky panky in the course of the service provided by the masseuse”.. what the heck? I asked. “But can ejaculate”, the gal smiled coyly again. Okey, since I have paid, I decided to proceed and signed the form. Perhaps this is just the formality they require to protect themselves. After all, this is supposed to be a legit joint, isn’t it?
The gal led me to a shower room, passed me a towel. Thereafter, she led me to the locker for me to deposit all of my clothes. “Handphone too”, she said. But I need it in case there are urgent calls. “Does it have a camera?” She asked. Of course lah, which new phones don’t have camera! I teased. “Then you cannot bring it in”, she said firmly. Oh well.
She then led me into the massage room. What the heck! It’s a large common room, with a row of mattresses separated only by low wooden credenzas. If you lie down on the mattress, you won’t be able to see your sprawled neighbours, but you would be able to see the next masseuse if she sits up. I wouldn’t have proceeded if there were other customers there! But since there was only I alone, I let her led me to the cornermost mattress.
She told me to lie down, remove my spectacles, and covered my naked body with a towel. “Wait a moment for the masseuse”, she said. “If not suitable, tell her to get another masseuse, OK?” Okey ma’am.
The masseuse came: I could only see her silhouette in the semi-darkness, worsened by the fact that my glasses were taken off just now. Can’t tell if she is pretty, but the silhouette of a shapely girl dressed in white bikinis, with her long hair tied up in a ponytail, reminded me so much of a girl whom I had a crush with when I was in Secondary 3 (yes, I bloomed early). I decided not to be too picky for once. Told her to proceed.
She started to massage me. Typical sexy massage, including asking me to raise my butt so that she can massage my balls and Dicky. It was truly stimulating, so much so that little Dicky woke up as Big Dicky. After a while, she lathered my body with a thick, slippery lotion. She then laid herself on me and started massaging body-on-body. It was quite a kinky feeling, having a bikini-clad girl giving you a rubdown with her bikini-clad boobs, while her bikini-clad ass is clamped onto your bump! It would have been more perfect if it was on the beach, with onlookers watching enviously! Hahaha! I wonder if I will ever have a chance to try out something so kinky!
After an eternity, she asked me to turn over and started the ritual again, but now with me facing her. Still can’t see her face in the semi-darkness, but her white bikinis seem to glow in the dark. Then, she sat down onto my now-erect Dicky, with only her bikini separating it from the sweetness-within. I placed my hands onto her boobs, and tried to slide them underneath her bikinis. “No..! No..! Only outside!” She whispered, as she slowly “clamped” my Dicky and started to gyrate on it.
As she started to moan in this WOT position, the experience was even more surreal. For some reason, I felt as if my Dicky is inside something, and the rubdown was quite good: probably because the silky material of her bikinis coupled with the previously-applied lotion created a highly lubricated effect.
She shaked and she twisted; she gyrated and she rocked. Dicky got larger and larger till it reached the stage of no return; disgorging the fire within! Yet, she continued to rock and moan, oblivious to my orgasm until Dicky went limp again. Then, she climbed off my body, took a towel to wipe me clean, before leaving me to find my own way to the bathroom to shower and clean myself more thoroughly. When I was leaving, I saw a girl whose silhouette looked so much like her sitting at the reception: pretty face (in a heavily made-up way). I guess it was her who serviced me... But I didn’t ask and left after giving her a farewell smile.
Looks: Can’t tell... It was simply too dark
Body: good silhouette, but small boobs (enhanced by padded bikinis)
FJ/BBBJ/AR: NA
HJ: 7/10 (stimulating)
BJ (“Bikini Job”): 8/10 (kinky is the right word)
RTF: I guess not... After my Small Brain calmed down, my Big Brain rationalized that the $200 spent could have gotten me the Real McCoy, which generally is more sextifying!
I guess this joint is something suitable only for people who want to try something different... If only they can do this on the beach... hahaha!
As I am not inclined to try these “By Men” joints, I continued walking. Then, I saw an enticing signboard, with the picture of a sexy, pear-shaped silhouette of a half-naked lady in pink, entitled “Sensual Massage”. I was titillated and my curiosity led me up the stairs into the joint. The experience reminds me so much of what I tried in Japan a couple of years ago...
When I stepped into the joint, I was greeted by a young and smiley (though ugly) gal. She showed me their price list: packages ranged from 'Classic' 60 minutes massage at $100, to the top-end 'Super' package priced at $200 for 60 minutes. Looking at the receptionist and the price list, I hesitated and wanted to walk out: for such prices, better to go to the “proven” joints, my Big Brain said. However, the girl started her sales pitch about their specialty in 'sensual massage' by a girl wearing only bikinis, with full body contact, arousing, stimulating, etc, etc..!
“What is the difference in the packages?” I asked her.
She smiled mysteriously: “Classic involves a layer of towel between the bodies”. And Super..?
“The ULTIMATE package: direct body-to-body contact, including direct contact with your genitals”, she smiled even more mysteriously. “It will reach such a stage of stimulation that you will be highly aroused. Ejaculation will most likely be unavoidable...”
Uh..? Girl in bikini..? Body-to-body..? Ejaculation..? Sure or not..? This is a legit joint..? “Can choose the gal or not?”
“You can ask for a change of the masseuse immediately after seeing her.” She smiled coyly. “There is choice”.
Okey.. Curiosity got the better of my Small Brain: Dicky told my hand to sign up for their $200 'Super' Package. And since I wasn’t prepared with the cash, I signed it onto my credit card (it was put under some innocuous company’s name). After payment, the receptionist handed me a declaration form to sign: something to the effect that “I acknowledge that there will be no hanky panky in the course of the service provided by the masseuse”.. what the heck? I asked. “But can ejaculate”, the gal smiled coyly again. Okey, since I have paid, I decided to proceed and signed the form. Perhaps this is just the formality they require to protect themselves. After all, this is supposed to be a legit joint, isn’t it?
The gal led me to a shower room, passed me a towel. Thereafter, she led me to the locker for me to deposit all of my clothes. “Handphone too”, she said. But I need it in case there are urgent calls. “Does it have a camera?” She asked. Of course lah, which new phones don’t have camera! I teased. “Then you cannot bring it in”, she said firmly. Oh well.
She then led me into the massage room. What the heck! It’s a large common room, with a row of mattresses separated only by low wooden credenzas. If you lie down on the mattress, you won’t be able to see your sprawled neighbours, but you would be able to see the next masseuse if she sits up. I wouldn’t have proceeded if there were other customers there! But since there was only I alone, I let her led me to the cornermost mattress.
She told me to lie down, remove my spectacles, and covered my naked body with a towel. “Wait a moment for the masseuse”, she said. “If not suitable, tell her to get another masseuse, OK?” Okey ma’am.
The masseuse came: I could only see her silhouette in the semi-darkness, worsened by the fact that my glasses were taken off just now. Can’t tell if she is pretty, but the silhouette of a shapely girl dressed in white bikinis, with her long hair tied up in a ponytail, reminded me so much of a girl whom I had a crush with when I was in Secondary 3 (yes, I bloomed early). I decided not to be too picky for once. Told her to proceed.
She started to massage me. Typical sexy massage, including asking me to raise my butt so that she can massage my balls and Dicky. It was truly stimulating, so much so that little Dicky woke up as Big Dicky. After a while, she lathered my body with a thick, slippery lotion. She then laid herself on me and started massaging body-on-body. It was quite a kinky feeling, having a bikini-clad girl giving you a rubdown with her bikini-clad boobs, while her bikini-clad ass is clamped onto your bump! It would have been more perfect if it was on the beach, with onlookers watching enviously! Hahaha! I wonder if I will ever have a chance to try out something so kinky!
After an eternity, she asked me to turn over and started the ritual again, but now with me facing her. Still can’t see her face in the semi-darkness, but her white bikinis seem to glow in the dark. Then, she sat down onto my now-erect Dicky, with only her bikini separating it from the sweetness-within. I placed my hands onto her boobs, and tried to slide them underneath her bikinis. “No..! No..! Only outside!” She whispered, as she slowly “clamped” my Dicky and started to gyrate on it.
As she started to moan in this WOT position, the experience was even more surreal. For some reason, I felt as if my Dicky is inside something, and the rubdown was quite good: probably because the silky material of her bikinis coupled with the previously-applied lotion created a highly lubricated effect.
She shaked and she twisted; she gyrated and she rocked. Dicky got larger and larger till it reached the stage of no return; disgorging the fire within! Yet, she continued to rock and moan, oblivious to my orgasm until Dicky went limp again. Then, she climbed off my body, took a towel to wipe me clean, before leaving me to find my own way to the bathroom to shower and clean myself more thoroughly. When I was leaving, I saw a girl whose silhouette looked so much like her sitting at the reception: pretty face (in a heavily made-up way). I guess it was her who serviced me... But I didn’t ask and left after giving her a farewell smile.
Looks: Can’t tell... It was simply too dark
Body: good silhouette, but small boobs (enhanced by padded bikinis)
FJ/BBBJ/AR: NA
HJ: 7/10 (stimulating)
BJ (“Bikini Job”): 8/10 (kinky is the right word)
RTF: I guess not... After my Small Brain calmed down, my Big Brain rationalized that the $200 spent could have gotten me the Real McCoy, which generally is more sextifying!
I guess this joint is something suitable only for people who want to try something different... If only they can do this on the beach... hahaha!