Review: My Erotic Massage experience in London by Mr.X

I had secured a good deal for the Firm and needed to celebrate in style. I work hard so shall play harder! My motto in this demanding life.

I consider myself to be a connoisseur of eroticism. So treating myself to a fabulous erotic massage in London was a real reward. I am well travelled and have experienced erotic massage in all parts of the Globe but can honestly say, Mystic erotic massage London offers the best massage service in the world. Yuki, the sexy speaking concierge at Mystic always looks after me during my visits to London. We have a great rapport and she understands my taste in ladies and goes out of her way to send me the most compatible masseuses.

In fact, I am often spoilt for choice. Yuki recruits the most perfectly Mystic London massage therapists. Where does she find such beauties? On another planet, is my guess. As well as obvious good looks, these young lovelies have warm and beautiful personalities. It’s hard to find a True Beauty and for me, that means having a beautiful mind as well as being aesthetically pleasing on the eye! If Carlsberg did massage, it would be exactly like Mystic.

And so back to my Mystic pampering session. Yuki recommended Miya – great name. Conjures up a feeling of warmth and vitality. And Miya was exactly like her name – shining with beauty and glowing with warmth. She was Korean and certainly created some thunder down under for me!

This ray of sunshine sure brightened up my day. She was tall with a brilliantly toned torso and luscious long legs. A ladder to the garden of Eden! With her long, blonde hair and dreamy eyes, Miya clinked her glass of champagne against mine. This young, deliciously stunning creature was fascinating and made me laugh out loud. I realised I hadn’t laughed for a while! A sad realisation. She was witty and girly. I liked her style. I wish I was young enough to sweep this Peach up off her feet and take her away to a land of sun and sea.

Miya held my hand and led me to the king sized bed – a majestic bed adorned with posts and curtains. This is, after all, a regal experience, fit for a King!

Miya was so graceful, she moved and slid her intoxicatingly beautiful body against me like a hungry tigress, caressing every single inch of my body, lavishing me with her nudity and tracing her lips along my chest. The massage oil had a sweet scent of honey and here I was with an absolute Honey, having the most exciting and super sensuous body to body massage in London! I felt her feminine softness against my leg as she thrust herself against me. That soft, wet feminine essence. How I’ve missed that.

To the melodious waves of sensual erotic massage music, Miya swept a silk scarf across my body and to my surprise tied my hands together with a cheeky smirk on her gorgeous face. ‘Let me take control,’ she whispered. And with that, she crawled cat like across my face arching her back and pointing her beautifully manicured toes. She teasingly stroked my manhood with a black feather whilst grinding herself against me, then cupped some more sweetly scented massage oil from a wooden bowl, allowing it to trickle over me. She massaged my inner thighs and held my foot against her bare breast. My toes tingled as she massaged each one whilst intermittently sliding a finger between each of one toe. This tantric treasure really knew how to give a decent massage and what is more, she clearly loved it!

I noticed her Mystic buttocks and wondered whether Yuki had named the company Mystic with a girl’s Mystic, pert behind in mind. It made Mystic sense for sure.

As I continued to ride the waves of sensual massage rapture, I was taken to a dizzying summit of sensual surrender. I capitulate to this Mystic Provocateur. Yes, yes, yes! I released my tsunami of tension and felt a huge sense of relief, harmony and contentment. The intimacy void had been filled completely. I was a new man again.

I think my new addiction is to erotic massages! I have no qualms saying it out loud. Mystic Massage London rocks my world and I want more of this succulent Mystic nectar to feature in my life. I need these erotic massages in London – they make me feel wholesome and alive again. Long live the Mystic Kingdom. At least now, I have a healthy addiction!