The Path to become a Professional Hong Kong Outcall Massage Therapist

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her smiling at me the most beautiful lips and teeth I had ever seen. She was tiny, yet she was stronger than I thought she would be as she took my hand and led me to where, I wasn’t sure. Her soft, pale skin shone in the dimly lit room as she placed towels and other objects on the bed knowing she would use them that night. She was a professional Hong Kong therapist. There is no other way to describe her as her long jet black hair whenever she touched me with her tiny hands. Her gentle voice soothed me as she encouraged me to lie down and wait for her to attend to me. My hotel room was transformed into a blissful paradise which made my hong kong massage experience more enjoyed than it had previously been.

I vividly remember feeling her tiny hands on my back as she rubbed fragrant oil into it with more skill than I thought she had. Her hands were amazing. They looked fragile, yet they were very powerful as she rubbed up and down my frame until I responded to her touch. She was really professional and experienced as she stroked my sore body with her finger tips until I cried out as I had never done before. I had used various hong kong massage outcall services before; however, none of the therapists thrilled me as my therapist did last night. I felt physically and emotionally connected to my therapist as she ran her hands down my spine until I totally relaxed as I had never relaxed before. It was almost as though her mind was glued to mine as she wrapped her hands around me and gazed into my eyes throughout the session.

I miss my wonderful therapist and I will continue to ask for her outcall massage service to enjoy the wonder relaxation again. There are plenty of outcall massage services in hong kong; however, my wonderful therapist won’t be there to attend my needs. I know I will stick with my therapist for years as I long to feel her arms around me as they were last night.

My Terrific Massage Therapist in Hong Kong

I look out the airplane window to see the Pacific Ocean below, the lights and life of Hong Kong a fading memory. So much happened on this trip, business, pleasure; Lili.

She told me her name was Lili, and in the hour we spent together, that was the only word we exchanged. She whispered it to me as I opened my hotel room door, so light was her knock I barely knew she was there. But she was there, I sensed her. I opened the door and there she stood, wearing a hand-embroidered silk dress, petite and smiling. Oh her smile, those full lips, those yearning almond eyes, one eye hid behind the flow of her hair over face.

She smiled, said her name, and drew a finger up to her moist lips, silencing my words but not my beating heart. She placed one hand on my chest as she entered the room, moving me backwards as easily as the wind blows a feather. She stopped, and for the first time I noticed her petite body as she stood in front of me. Sensing where my gaze fell, she giggled and pulled on the waist string of her dress. Her robe fell down around her feet, and I fell with, falling back on the bed.

She stood there, smiling, letting me drink her in. Her hands were small yet perfect, her arms slim. I reached a hand out to greet her, and she leaned into it, allowing me a moment of closeness as I felt her firm, and smooth, flawless hands. As if to delay me the pleasure of relaxation, she leaned back again, just out of my reach.

Lili must have sensed my need, my yearning for her massage. She stepped forward, and with a flick of her head I knew she was asking me to turn over. Tingling with anticipation I quickly threw off my robe and lay on my stomach. I felt the bed shift on either side of me as Lili straddled my sore body. She slid her way up me, and I could feel the smooth warmth of her massage oil, exposed flower on my spirit. She settled in the small of my back. The first moment she lay her hands on me was electric. The blood rushed to my head at her touch.

She began; a soft, slow, smooth massage that was like no other. Her hands played up and down my spine, and as she leaned in to reach my upper back and shoulders, I could feel the tips of her hair tickling my back. The sensation was heavenly. She used warm oils in a process that slowly built. With each caress I could feel her drawing me into her. Without sound, through the tips of her fingers and the palms of her hands I could sense her communicating with me, and I with her. My body and senses were heightened like never before. I felt transported, away from the hotel room, away from Hong Kong, away to place where only she and I inhabited. A place I never wanted to leave.

With expert timing and touch Lili reached around and under my shoulder pad and took me in her hand. I wanted to roll over to face her, to gaze into those almond eyes as she massaged me to total relaxation, but she held me down firm with her arms. As she did so she pressed her Thai herb ball deeper into the small of my back. The herb ball was so moist, so warm. With massage oil dripping with fragrance and it pooled in the small of my back, trickling down the sides of my body. The warmth, the moisture, the grip on me became all too much, and I quickly reached my total relaxation. She continued to hold me in her soft hand, gently moving with the to and fro of my muscle release until it was complete.

I must have fallen asleep, and I don’t know how much time had passed before I awoke to find her gone. If it were not for her herbal massage ball that still lay at the foot of the bed I would have thought if she was a dream. But she is not, and here, on this plane, as I sit in the dark I, finger the silky softness of her dress, concealed in my carry-on luggage, and wonder if ever again I will see my terrific massage therapist next time around.