Never too old to be dumb
Date & Time of Session: May 2016 (sorry just posting now)
Location: Selina Spa, 3rd F, 171-173 Hennessey Road
Name: No idea
Link: http://go141.com/en/A46245-WC-SP ... l?ref=Search(region,building)
Nationality & Language: Mainland / Mand.
Age: early 20s
Face: 3/5
Body: 4/5 not much on top
Skill: 2/5
Service: 2/5
GFE: 0/5
PSE: 1/5 She gets one for the fake moans
Price & Session Length: 60 min. for 500 (I think), but I was out in 35 min.
Repeat: Not there
Well, been lurking like a pervert for a year now. Read tons, yet the only way to really learn is to get out there I guess. But like some of you, I'm married, so that little devil tugging on my conscience plays inside my head over and over. Love my wife and kids. But lack of sex in a marriage is really killing me. Really.
Again, like others, apols if they post is in the wrong place.
I know Wanchai quite well. I work there. Been to nearly every bar way too many times, but still I love reading all your stories and reviews. I've even taken some visitors to the Fuji building and we walked the floors. Knocked on doors as they were on the game. Not me - I was too chicken (hey, I'm being honest). Yet it was truly amazing to see, although I've been to much seedier places long ago in my past, elsewhere. Hk is basically as safe as they come. We are lucky.
Still, all that said and done, I want to write up a so-so experience I had last summer so others like me, the lurkers and any newbies out there wondering what all these walk up massage places are like, get another view. Massage signs are everywhere now, even in places you never used to see them.
I was needing a massage, a real one, but I thought I might as well check out one of the places I pass regularly, in the walk ups along Hennessey Road. Some of the entrance doors remain open, so you can just go in and check the places out, compared to ringing a bell, get buzzed in and walk past some old guy doorman. Not really a walk of shame, but sometimes hard to face just the same. Easy is good.
I'd had a veggie massage in 171-173 Hennessey Road on the first floor early last year. But this time wanted to try another one in the building, on the 3rd floor, which at the time was called Selina Spa (the link above is what it's changed to). I guess the fact that it was a dumpy corridor and private door entrance actually enticed me, in an evil sort of way (compared to the cleanliness of Kama, for example). I KNEW more was going to be on offer.
Rang bell, a lovely lady in a nice white dress answered, looked at me, took my hand and just led me to a back room (there were about 4). No talk, nobody else around (it was mid-day on a Thursday I think). The small room had a narrow massage bed and a small table in the corner, with blacked out windows. Now, it was early summer, and it was hot. No bad smells but there was that general smell of human scent that you get in most gym changing rooms, packed trains or buses in old China, or even in odd peep shows, you know, the old ones which took coins and had sticky floors (don't ask). She gestured if I wanted the AC on, much to my surprise, and I said yes. She hardly spoke any English other than "HAPPY?" while gesturing up and down with her right hand. No girlfriend experience there, just assembly line efficiency I'd say. Needless to say, I said yes. I was there, so I said fuck it.
She understood some of my basic Canto and the price was pretty set. I seem to remember about 248 for the massage for an hour and I think two more for the "HAPPY". I gestured to her about removing her clothes, and she said 700. I couldn't tell if that was everything or on top of the 300 for the HAPPY or what, so I said no. I didn't want to get myself in deep water because of lack of communication skills. And there was no MMS or boss of any sort there. The AC was still struggling at this time, and so was I. I guess experience helps tremendously in these situations. I felt like a newbie 25 years my junior, not a man with a career and a couple of kids.
I got undressed and she went out. Where do I put my clothes? There's a hook, but upon closer look everything else was a bit, um...., worn? Didn't really want to leave my clothes anywhere too dirty. Corner table it had to be.
Girl comes in. Dress is already gone and she's got a super tight elastic tube top, with white equally tight shorts. I get on the table and the massage begins. She dims the lights so low that at this stage she could have had a face like a horse and I wouldn't have noticed. Probably best as I couldn't help but think she was young enough to be my daughter. Mental note to self: stop thinking like that - you'll never win that mind game. Next a quick look at her mobile and me think this is going downhill very quickly. Luckily she puts it down and starts feeling my legs.
I won't bore you with more of the basics (if I haven't already), but let's just say the massage wasn't great. A bit of pressure here and there, but just not enough. I wasn't demanding, and was caught in that feeling of wanting a good massage and waiting for to be wanked. I found it hard to relax, and laid there kind of spread eagle wondering if I should opt for the HAPPY part first. She did the brush by thing, but I kind of felt she wanted it over as well. In the end I just rolled over, which she took as a sign to just grab my cock and start pulling on it. Obviously not a shy one. I was nowhere near ready, so despite the "no" to clothes coming off, I reached over and started feeling her kitty through the shorts. Ah, some success. But within 10 seconds of that, she began this fake porn morn. More like the ghost of porn-stars gone by than anything I found remotely sexy. It make me feel more a pervert than anything. Not good. Again, mental note to self. Still, I am a man and I found my little bro rising to life, although the jackhammer that was working the HAPPY was clearly set on a quick ending. I signed to her to slow down, and she did, but by that stage I'd had enough and she started up again at mock five once again and I ended up  blowing a load on my own chest. Fuck me.
At least she helped me clean up, ran out and came back with a towel. I asked about a shower, which seemed to throw her off. WTF? But no, luckily it was down the hall, but I had to carry my clothes with me, with a towel around my waste past three ladies lounging on chairs looking at, guess what, their smart phones. I could have had cum on my face and they wouldn't have cared.
Of course the shower room is wet everywhere, so good luck finding a dry patch to put your clothes. By this stage, I just wanted out. Washed up as best possible, dried off, paid and left, sulking back into the blinding sunshine of Wanchai. There's something weird about it being daylight after doing this stuff.
Lessons or advice?
- Cheap is not always bad, but usually it's not good.
- Bring a towel if possible. Some of these places look clean at first glance, but this place made my skin crawl afterwards.
- If summer, have sunglasses, either cause it's sunny outside after a dark room, or for any walk of shame.
- Practice, practice, practice. I'm still learning. 
- Communication is a must. Don't think I ever want to do the sign-language thing again. Just loses it for me. Can't relax, and I'm sure it's not easy on the girls either.
Anyway, that's all. Not a terrible experience but not one I'm proud of. But just felt like writing it down for anybody out there as dumbass as me.
Maybe I'll meet some of you one day. I'll continue reading away. | |
