Like anyone who follows these posts and has an interest in both therapeutic and sensual massage, I eventually gave Tu-ina and the celebrated Sabrina a whirl. I'd like to say something fascinating and unusual here, but, in truth, it's already been done. I'm just another guy voting for Sabrina as the clear leader in a field yet to shake out as a Toronto institution. Sabrina's powerful hands, native gift of touch, intuiton and instinct, empathy and sympathy add up to precisely the experience legit "spas" should be offering--and don't.
Sabrina, by the way, has been away from China for several years. I get to China every couple of years on business and I'm always astonished at the acceleration of change. In Hunan Province 5 years ago, massage was available at tourist hotels, but if the guest appeared naked for the session, eyebrows shot up into the ceiling, then rolled down to your Caucasian cock--a rare sight at the time--hands flew to the forehead and all hell broke loose.
Fast-forward to 2002. In Zhongdian, a remote Tibetan enclave in Yunnan Province, the hotel masseuse, a lithe and beautiful young woman of 19, has no problem with nudity. She appears to enjoy it. As the finish arrives, she uses her fingers to recommend intercourse. When I decline--principally because I know I won't last 2 seconds with this swan--she kisses me goodnight and departs.
In the equally remote Province of Guizhou, I call for a massage. The manager asks if I want more than a massage. When I say no, he says too bad, if you don't want sex, forget it.
At $10 per hour, I have 10 massages in 10 nights. On most occasions, the old prudery seems to have vanished entirely, there is a delightful interest in the Western male organ and the finish is a kind of floor show for the masseuse.
China is changing that fast. Even Sabrina finds it difficult to believe. But at the same time, there may be no masseuse in the Middle Kingdom quite as accomplished as Sabrina.
Sabrina, by the way, has been away from China for several years. I get to China every couple of years on business and I'm always astonished at the acceleration of change. In Hunan Province 5 years ago, massage was available at tourist hotels, but if the guest appeared naked for the session, eyebrows shot up into the ceiling, then rolled down to your Caucasian cock--a rare sight at the time--hands flew to the forehead and all hell broke loose.
Fast-forward to 2002. In Zhongdian, a remote Tibetan enclave in Yunnan Province, the hotel masseuse, a lithe and beautiful young woman of 19, has no problem with nudity. She appears to enjoy it. As the finish arrives, she uses her fingers to recommend intercourse. When I decline--principally because I know I won't last 2 seconds with this swan--she kisses me goodnight and departs.
In the equally remote Province of Guizhou, I call for a massage. The manager asks if I want more than a massage. When I say no, he says too bad, if you don't want sex, forget it.
At $10 per hour, I have 10 massages in 10 nights. On most occasions, the old prudery seems to have vanished entirely, there is a delightful interest in the Western male organ and the finish is a kind of floor show for the masseuse.
China is changing that fast. Even Sabrina finds it difficult to believe. But at the same time, there may be no masseuse in the Middle Kingdom quite as accomplished as Sabrina.