She is Hong Kong’s premier masseuse. An artist whose canvas is your body. She has mastered all male bodies. She knows what makes you ask for more. She is young, suave and proper. Her feminine mystique is solid and supple in an endearing and inviting way. Her masseuse profession is deceptively reticent.

Her long flawless jet-black hair contrasts with her latte skin to give her this cool air of feminine charm and finesse. She is a full-figured beauty with small, squinty eyes, thin quivering lips and a string nose bridge that drops slowly to her pointed hose that gives her a youngish look.

Her dangling arms sway out of her scalped torso with agility and deliberation. She is the epitome of proper upbringing, a body that is the product of amazing diet, natural beauty and intense training. Her navel hangs ever so tightly on to her tummy that is trimmed and shapely. It lays flat on her body accentuating her pointed breasts just above her heaving chest.

Her pelvis is proportionately wider than her waspy waist with such an authentic sex appeal. Her shapely legs jut out of her fleshy hips defined by huge thighs and a waxed crouch. She has been a recipient of her own massage prowess. Her skin glows with a rich tinge to it. She is the fullness of inner beauty manifested in an outer shapely form. Her massage oils have worked magic on her skin. There is a freshness and comely beauty about her.

She mixes up her massage oils from Melrose sweet almond oil, apricot kernel oil, wheat germ oil and shea butter to create different textures, scents and aesthetic variants. She starts with your head gently twisting it to the right then to the left. Her arms make their way to ease your tense shoulder muscles and she lets her tongue roll over your spine with her lips on either side of the spine nerves.

She gently strokes the small of your back at set intervals while massaging your butt then she digs her arms into your thighs. Blood fills your temples and pelvis as you struggle to steady your breathing. She chuckles at your reaction. You lean back and let her keep stroking your groins.

You can feel her experience, her expertise, her passion as she works your lumbar region. She slowly pulls away your towel and leaves you vulnerable. You open your eyes, then shut them down. This is a moment you want to savour. You don’t want to let this moment to be interrupted by anything. You shut your eyes as though opening them would let the experience elude you.

Your body eases, your pains subside, and your tense muscles relax. She slowly taps the base of your knees making your nerves send a slight shock through your body. It makes you come alive. The feeling sheds off your grip as you settle into a lull. Your body is responding well to her tantric massages. You wish she for this experience to last forever…will it?

I usually look forward to visiting Hong Kong, but my last business trip to the island found me in a foul mood. My flight in had been twice delayed, I was frustrated with my boss’s assignment for me and constant micromanaging of the most simplistic tasks, and I was unhappy to be alone in the Wanchai hotel in such a negative headspace. Sitting in the hotel, I flipped on the TV and quickly turned it back off; I brushed up on some emails; I had a drink or two t the bar along the Wanchai Road. Nothing was able to distract me from my mood

All of a sudden I had a notion; I remembered what a friend had said about outcall massages in Hong Kong, and about what an incredible time he had had with the loveliest female masseuse. I decided that I had absolutely nothing to lose, and gave the agency that he had suggested a call. Within half an hour, there was a soft rap on my door, and when I answered the door my earlier problems swiftly began to melt away. A beautiful and petite woman was standing in the doorway; as her perfume wafted over me and she spoke in a delicate whisper to introduce herself, I had a difficult time remembering what I was upset about earlier.

She explained that she specialized in tantric massage and had received extensive training in other areas, and after a few minutes of easy conversation punctuated by giggles from her adorable mouth, she went right to work. She began slowly, focusing on loosening up my tighter muscles. My thighs were cramped and my shoulders were tense from spending so much time on the runway during the flight delays, so she concentrated mostly on those areas for the first ten minutes. After the first ten minutes, I slipped into something close to a dream state, and the rest of the session was a blissful blur. Her small but firm hands gripped every inch of my skin and caressed the worry out of my soul: I felt as though I was adrift on a calm sea, without a thought in my hand or a care in my heart. Out of my reverie, I heard myself responding to her casual conversational overtures, but I had no idea what I was saying. All that I could concentrate on was the pleasure being conveyed through her fingertips, and the disappearance of the dull ache that had been plaguing my back and legs for so long. I looked up every once in a while and saw her full lips forming sentences, laughing at my body’s tightness, and smiling broadly whenever I groaned at a particularly heavy touch of my body.

We finally came to the end of the massage, and as she dismounted, my eyes opened to what felt like a new world. Colors were brighter; the night was warmer; even my mouth felt constantly compelled to turn upwards, regardless of what was happening around me. My beautiful masseuse blushed as I profusely complimented her skills and technique, and replied that it was her pleasure and that she hoped I felt much better than I did earlier. If only she knew how thoroughly she had changed my night!

I felt a pang of sadness as I showed her to the door, realizing that our night was over, but as I was closing myself into the room after our goodbyes, a hand stopped the door’s outward motion. My masseuse leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Anytime you’re in Hong Kong, please give me a call. I enjoyed this just as much as you did.” And with that, she was gone. Never again will I have a lousy business trip to Hong Kong!

My name is Li Xiu ying and I am married to my beautiful wife named Li Na who was once a massage therapist. It has been three years to our marriage and soon we will have a junior Li Xiu Ying in our house. I still cannot believe the fact that I would ever fall in love with a tantric massage therapist in Hong Kong and will marry her. It all started with my first ever visit to her massage parlor with my friends. The massage parlor was popular as it offered the finest Hong Kong massage services and this was the reason I went there. Continue reading My Love Affair With A Massage Therapist In Hong Kong – article contributed by client →