Kimmy Khan

Man... Kimmy's was really crazy. I thought I was going for a relaxing massage, one of those that make you feel like new after a hard week, but what I found was out of this world. From the moment she opened the door, I was already taken aback: a beautiful woman with a stunning body and a gaze that pierces you. She was dressed in a light robe, tight enough to let the imagination fly.

The atmosphere was cared to detail: dim light, soft vanilla aroma, background music that caressed your ear... But when he started to touch me, fuck, it was another story. His hands were like slow fire. He started at my back, moving down with a delicacy that had me on edge. I could tell he was controlling the rhythm, playing with the tension, going up and down without giving me a break. Every touch was more daring, more brazen.

And then he leaned in, and I felt his skin, his breath near my neck... and there I lost my mind. The massage became pure desire. He whispered in my ear, he rubbed me with his body, and his every movement was like a perfectly measured erotic game. He turned me around, looked me in the eyes and without saying a word, I understood that the end was going to be very different from what I imagined.

I don't know how long we stayed, but I left there with my legs shaking and a smile that lasted all day. Kimmy doesn't give a massage: she gives you an experience that leaves you marked. Pure sensuality, unhurried, enjoying every second. She is an artist... and a goddess.

- Rubén, 34 years old, Madrid