Date & Time of Session: Late July
Location:  My home
Name:  Alice
Nationality & Language: Cantonese
Age: mid 20s
Face:  3/5
Body: 3/5
Height:  5’3”?
Skill: 5/5
Service: 5/5
GFE: 5/5
PSE: 2/5
Price & Session Length: $1200 (body to body, 60 min) + $100 taxi fare


My dishevelled bed was still warm and damp with a mixture of sweat, cum and massage oil. Twelve hours before that, I concluded working from home is much more tiresome than working from office, as zoom meetings drain people’s energy. Four hours later, with a painful back and sore buttocks, I texted Kama for an appointment. Three hours after that, I have changed my mind. I told them I was just too tired to go out. They suggested to send someone called Alice to my home instead.  Two hours after that, I took off all her clothes and rolled in my bed with her. Here is what happened.

Waiting for an outcall masseuse is a strangely exciting experience. My home is close to Kama. When they confirmed that Alice was already in a taxi, I only had 10 min to get ready. I live alone, with nothing to hide or to impress. Just a very tired man craving for a good strong massage. Still, I found myself frantically trying to tidy my home, while worrying that the doorman might be judgemental. After all, a Kama girl in her full glamour is capable of causing a stir with my uptight neighbours.

My worry was proven unnecessary when I opened the door to Alice. Wearing a polo shirt and a pair of short jeans, Alice looked more like a PhD student than an erotic superstar. I like her shaggy short hair and her slim figure. She has big eyes and a curious face. Her short hair, not a common hairstyle in Hong Kong, make her look a little like Kasumi Arimura (OK I know I tend to romanticise). But my first impression was how good her skin is. She must be eating extremely healthily. Later on, without clothes, I realised how fit her body was.

I showed her the bedroom. She asked me for some clean towels. I then ran for shower. Knowing a young woman was waiting in your bedroom was unexpectedly rousing. When I came out of the bathroom, Alice was checking out the view from my apartment. During the brief few minutes when I showered, she had folded aside my duvet, covered my bed and my pillow with towels, taken off her shoes, jeans and polo-shirt. She was wearing a strapped black top and a pair of short white pants. I announced my presence with a faked cough.

She asked to use the bathroom. She came out naked. She asked if I preferred her to wear her mask, to which I said yes. Compared to Fanny, who gave me the ultimate erotic experience two weeks before, Alice was polite almost to the point of shyness. Alice is fit. Thin hip, slender shoulders, long neck, hers is a dancer’s body. Her belly is flat, and her arms slender. She said she ran and do yoga every day and sometimes hiked to the peak before sunrise.

She positioned me on my bed, face down, and started a dry massage. Alice’s massage was very good. She started by stretching my back between my right shoulder and left buttock, and then between my left shoulder and right buttock. I could feel my vertebrae being audibly unkinked.

Some masseuses relax me; Alice sharpened my senses. She located my muscles, and with her strong grip, isolated each bundle as if she was tidying up my closet socks by socks. Her massage was slow, firm and crisp. She even stepped on my back a little. Everything was done in silence and with great precision.

I was naked, and Alice did not cover my dignity with towels (for the lack of enough towels at my home?). When she gripped my thigh, her knuckle reached all the way up to my groin. There was no sign of hesitation or embarrassment, as if my scrotum was no difference from my hand. However, a hint of erection came to me. I tried to suppress it by thinking about my zoom meetings.

Then the oil came out. Unlike most masseuses, Alice started her oil massage from my feet up, not shoulders down. After working on my soles and calves, she moved my legs apart. Then she grasped my knee with both hands and rubbed up and down my thigh. Every cycle her hands moved closer to my groin. When she reached the very top and her hands ran out of space, she slided her fingers upwards and touched my abdomen, thus stroking my groin with her wrist. Meanwhile, I could feel the skin of her thighs brushing against mine.

Penis is a strange organ. When it wants to erect, it erects regardless of its initial position. As I was lying on my chest, my penis was pressed between me and my bed. There was no room for it to grow. Out of politeness, I didn’t adjust my body to “make space”. Just as I thought the lack of growing space would stop it from swelling, it decided to erect “downwards”.

As my erection proceeded downwards, the friction between my penis and the bed effectively pulled back my foreskin and rubbed my glans against the towel. This led to a vicious cycle: the harder my penis was, the more it pushed against the rough surface of the towel, making my penis even more erected. The only way to hide it would be to raise my bottom and let my penis bounce up. But just as I was about to do that, Alice was done with my legs and announced she would work on my back. She climbed up and sat on my bottom.

It was a hopeless situation: my hard rock penis was bending downwards, with Alice riding on my bottom. I could feel the warmness and moisture from her pelvis, and the softness of her pubic hair against my skin. As she was rubbing her hands from my waist to my shoulders, her force was transmitted from her pelvis, via my buttocks, to my penis. Every time it happened, my penis throbbed and squeezed against the towel. In other words, she was effectively rubbing my penis against my bed. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I signalled her to stop by grabbing her thighs. She mischievously reached down to touch my penis with my index finger: she has seen my plight all along! I turned around to face her. Once released, my penis slapped up like a spring.

If there is anything better than rolling with a naked girl in bed, it is rolling with a naked girl in MY bed. When I told her this, Alice said I was a funny man. Good, at least I was not creepy. I pulled the duvet over and completely covered us. In the warm darkness under the cover, I rubbed my penis against her. We rolled and rolled, and I came, ejaculating on her belly, on my bed sheet and duvet. My bed demanded this to happen. I was obliged to fulfil its purpose as a bed.

After cleaning up, I gave Alice a tour of my apartment. She was impressed by the view from my apartment. She was totally comfortable with her nakedness. I told her a little about my work and my tiresome zoom meetings. She asked me to sit down and gave me a head massage.

I paid $1200 for the 60 min b2b massage, which was the same as the incall rate. I gave Alice $100 for her taxi. The good thing about outcall massage is you didn’t need to get dressed and go home. You didn’t even take a shower afterward. You could still savour the massage oil and her scent on your skin long after she’s gone. You went back to bed, where you could still feel her warmth and moisture. I was surprised by my sexual vigour. I came only two weeks ago in the hands of Fanny. On reflection, I think having a girl at my own home did add a level of excitement. The comfort of my home, familiar scent of my pillowcase, and no need to go out and be seen in public – all of these factors relaxed me. And relaxation is nature’s Viagra.