Kimmy Kan

Man... Kimmy's was really crazy. I thought I was going for a relaxing massage, one of those that leave you refreshed after a hard week, but what I found was out of this league. From the moment she opened the door, I was taken aback: a beautiful woman with a stunning body and a gaze that pierces you. She was dressed in a light dressing gown, tight enough to let your imagination run wild.

The ambience was carefully taken care of: dim light, soft vanilla scent, 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 gentleness 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. Each touch was more daring, more brazen.

And then he leaned in, and I felt his skin, his breath near my neck... and I lost my head. The massage became pure desire. He was whispering in my ear, rubbing 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 had 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 you 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