I describe below an experience from abroad, more precisely from Hong Kong. After a hard day I longed for a massage, some relaxation never hurts. However, I was not looking for any red light offers, although a final fine massage would of course round off the experience wonderfully. But where to find a good massage? Chinese characters everywhere and I didn't feel like an overpriced massage in a hotel. It was already about 10 o'clock in the evening, the heat still well noticeable. I was standing at a crossing on the well known and quite hectic Hennessy Road. When it was green, I just walked on it and I was lucky, after about 5 minutes I came across a house with several illuminated signs, where in each case the word "massage" was recognizable - apparently several offers in one place.
The entrance looked like a normal apartment building, narrow and not really inviting. Anyway, other countries, other customs. I walked up the staircase and saw a door on each floor at the end of the corridor, where again the relaxing word "massage" could be read. On the top floor, the door was even open, so I went in there. It was a rather small room with no real furnishings. A few chairs, a table and two doors. "Massage?" it sounded from the corner. I said yes and was handed a card with prices. I opted for the oil massage and was immediately shipped behind one of the two doors. Shortly after, the masseuse came in, ordered me to "undress" and disappeared again. It was not that easy, because the room was extremely small, I could hardly move. But yes, somehow it went then and I made myself wide on the couch. The subsequent massage was flawless in terms of craftsmanship but without the risk of repetition. It was already late, time to go to bed and then the next day to knock on the door with the inscription "Thai massage" one floor down.
Eroticism, where are you?
The following day passed quickly, only the ubiquitous air conditioning makes with time something to create. As planned, that evening it was the turn of another massage studio in the same house. At "Thai Massage" one had to ring the bell. A guy opened the door and invited me in. In the small anteroom - or better almost living room - were some sofas and the TV was running. There was no special atmosphere. A woman then picked me up and took me to a room where there were a few massage places, each separated by a curtain. Everything seemed a bit improvised and the woman herself was Chinese, wore simple trainer pants and barely spoke English. Here I had to put on some kind of underpants for the massage. The one-hour massage went without any special incidents. So the book of eroticism was not opened, to put it that way.
On the last day of my stay I tried again in the evening at the same address, this time on the 1st floor of the somewhat renovation-needy house. The bell was answered by an attractive girl in a kind of uniform and pumps. That has a little more style than the floors above, I thought to myself. However, the menu was about identical to the other studios. I chose the oil massage and was taken to a room with a massage table. Soft, relaxing music filled the room, while at the other places you could hear random people chatting. Also this time I was asked to wear ready boxers. All right, put them on and lay on the lounger and waited.
The joyful massage surprise
The girl started with the massage and the thoughts in my head turned around the somehow provocative outfit. Well, about halfway through the massage I began to realize that I had landed in a somewhat special place. Suddenly - I still lying on my stomach - she pulled my shorts down a bit and began to knead my buttocks. In the process, her hands also slid through the gap every now and then and began to touch things that are not normally touched during a classic massage. A few minutes later she took off my pants completely and continued with the massage of my legs. Even there, there were touches that - let's put it this way - are not standard in a massage. I then had to turn around and the leg massage then pretty soon went into a very extended and skillful lingam massage. The surprise was complete. I thanked them as I left with a generous tip and will probably remember the evening for a while.
The thing is just so in a foreign city. The proof of the pudding is in the eating, especially in Asia. You have to bring some patience and be ready to have an average experience. In many cases, the Internet helps only limited, offers, masseuses, studios change in the monthly rhythm. At best for clues ok, the rest you have to explore yourself. I wish good luck with this.
