A review of a spa experience with a member of the opposite sex

I'd heard about Bali's famous spas

for a long time, so during a break from my trip, my friend and I went there for a crazy spa experience. It truly felt like being a queen! Now I'm sharing my spa trip with you ladies. Bali has all sorts of spas, but the most important thing is to achieve relaxation, comfort, and nourishment. Each spa has its own unique decor and theme. During

the Golden Week holiday, my friend and I went to Bali and stayed at the five-star Nusalembongan Resort Hotel. This hotel is located on a small island, and there's only one hotel on the entire island, so the environment is fantastic. On the second evening, we experienced the absolutely mesmerizing gentle jungle spa (3-hour treatment, one person per room). I heard that this spa is specifically for female customers, offering many special treatments for women's reproductive health, all with excellent health benefits. The service is also incredibly meticulous; you basically don't have to do anything yourself. The tour guide also mentioned that they have some very special massages.

My friend and I arrived at the spa with curiosity. A staff member led us to a beautiful room. One side of the room, facing the sea, was made entirely of glass, offering a view of the outside scenery. The staff member explained that the glass wall prevented anyone from seeing in, ensuring safety. The room was furnished with a large jacuzzi, two massage beds, and a very comfortable sofa. The other furniture was antique-style. It was simply beautiful; I can hardly describe it. The staff member then invited me to sit down and have a cup of Balinese herbal tea, said to be calming.

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little while later, a masseuse entered. She wore thin white shorts, revealing nothing underneath. She was probably in her twenties, with dark skin but a great figure, clearly carefully chosen. She spoke softly and asked if she could provide services. I was quite satisfied, and my spa experience was about to begin. She said, "Let me help you undress first," which I found strange, as in Chinese spas, you usually undress yourself. Then she asked me to sit on the sofa. She took a large bath towel and covered my thighs; I was wearing a skirt that day.

First, she took off my shoes and put on a pair of soft slippers for me. Then she washed her hands, dried them, and reached under the towel to start taking off my skirt. It was quite embarrassing to have someone take off my skirt for the first time; it was difficult to remove. But this masseuse was very considerate and patient, carefully pulling my skirt down and hanging it up on a hanger. Next, she started taking off my underwear, even more carefully and slowly. She rolled up my underwear and put it in a bag. Next, she started taking off my clothes, which was easier

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After taking off my bra, she wrapped me in the bath towel and asked me to lie face down on the massage bed. Every detail she did was considerate of her customer. After I lay down, she removed the bath towel and told me to wash my body first. So she turned on the hot water and slowly poured it over my body, gently rubbing my skin with her hands as she did so. My tense heart gradually relaxed.

After I was completely wet, she asked if she wanted her to clean my private parts or if I should wash them myself. By then, I was too lazy to do anything and just let her do as she pleased. So she started pouring hot water over my private parts, carefully rinsing the folds inside my vagina. It felt really strange to have someone else wash me there for the first time, but it was also incredibly comfortable. I was completely immersed in the pleasure.

Next, she started applying shower gel to my genitals, scrubbing every inch of my skin meticulously from top to bottom. The smooth feeling was so comfortable. Then she started applying shower gel to my vulva, but she changed it. She said it was specially formulated for women's genitals, containing unique medicinal properties that had excellent health benefits and could be used inside the vagina without causing irritation. She scrubbed my vulva very carefully, more carefully than I had ever done myself. She took a very soft brush and brushed the folds of my vulva, not missing a single crevice, even pulling back the foreskin of my clitoris to brush it. Of course, she didn't brush for very long because that area is very sensitive. Then she asked if I wanted to wash inside my vulva. I thought that since the shower gel was specifically for that area, I should wash there.

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switched to a round-headed brush, a bit like a paintbrush, but much softer, and slowly inserted it into my vulva. This feeling was different from the vagina; it wasn't as stimulating, but it was very comfortable. Her washing technique was unique, using a spiral motion to slowly insert and withdraw. Finally, she finished applying the shower gel and began rinsing. While rinsing my vulva, she took a disposable plastic tube, connected it to hot water, and slowly inserted it into my vulva. The head of the tube was like a concave ball, with water flowing out from the bottom. The masseuse's movements were very gentle; I could barely feel anything moving inside. It rinsed very clean. After

washing my entire body, she used a towel to dry me off. Next, she asked if I wanted to have my genitals groomed, saying that grooming would make me more sexy. I asked her how to do the grooming, and she said she would first remove the hair, then do pubic and anal bleaching. After that, my genitals would look like a young girl's, very pretty.

I was really surprised; how come there are services like this abroad? But I thought it sounded great, so I decided to try it. First, she removed the hair. She asked if I wanted to remove the hair on my pubic area, and I said yes, it would look nice that way. The hair removal was very simple. She first trimmed my pubic area short with small scissors, then applied wax, and then peeled it off cleanly. This wax didn't even require paper! After the hair removal, I touched my pubic area, and it felt so smooth and soft.

Next, she did the bleaching. She said the cream was a secret formula used here, not available anywhere else. It worked quickly, but the effect was short-lived, only lasting a few weeks. She used her fingers to apply a small amount of medicine to my vulva and massaged it carefully, while her other hand massaged my anus for quite a while. Finally, she rinsed it with water and then used a different medicine. This time, instead of using her hands, she used a heated massager. This massager had a strange shape; it was quite large, just enough to cover my vulva and anus. There was a cone-shaped part about the size of a thumb at the anus. Inserting it into my anus was easy because it was lubricated by the ointment. The masseuse said that there were too many folds in the anus, and it would only be effective if they were stretched open. After turning it on, a tingling and hot sensation came from below. The masseuse said the massage would last about fifteen minutes. (Here's something embarrassing to mention: during the massage, I actually got wet down there, but it felt really good.

After the massage, I washed with shower gel, and after rinsing, she showed me in the mirror. I couldn't believe it! My genitals looked so beautiful, like I was fifteen or sixteen again. My entire vulva was a light pink, especially my clitoris, which looked incredibly luscious. Even my anus was pink! It was so beautiful. My labia were neatly trimmed, forming a beautiful triangle. I think if my husband saw this, he'd devour me! It's so gorgeous! I recommend all my sisters try this; you'll be amazed by the results!) Finally, she showered me again, dried me off, and gave me a pair of white shorts to wear. The fabric was smooth and silky, like pajamas—loose and very comfortable. She then told me to lie down on another massage bed, and we started the oil massage. Then the female masseuse asked if I wanted a male masseuse. I was startled and asked why

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She said it was a specialty of their spa, specifically catering to women's sexual health. According to local tradition, oil massages only achieve their best effects when performed by a male masseuse. She explained that a male massage can create a psychological and physiological change, regulating hormones and significantly improving a woman's skin. She said the male masseuses undergo rigorous professional training and regular checkups, and only massage one client per day, performing a full-body cleansing before each session. She added that while a female masseuse could also do it, she believed a male masseuse would provide a better experience. I started to feel conflicted, feeling a bit guilty towards my husband, but also really wanted to try it—it sounded quite exciting!

While I was feeling conflicted, the masseuse said that after an oil massage of the genitals, whether it's a man or a woman massaging, the stimulation will cause congestion. The best way to achieve this is to reach orgasm, which will reduce the congestion and allow for complete relaxation, which is very beneficial to the body. She said I shouldn't view this as a pornographic service; it's actually a form of health therapy, and male masseuses are prohibited from sexual intercourse. I thought about it and she was right. When I'm intimate with my husband at home, he always goes straight to the point and then falls asleep, leaving me with pain and disappointment. Now I really want to experience what a female orgasm feels like, so finally, at the female masseuse's urging, I agreed to have a male masseuse, but requested that he be the most experienced one.

The female masseuse left, and a while later a male masseuse came in. I immediately regretted it; the thought of lying there in such transparent shorts made my face flush. Even worse, I hadn't expected the male masseuse to look so old—he was old enough to be my father! Maybe it was because he was a foreigner, but he looked particularly old. I thought, "Oh no, how could I let someone so old give me a massage? What should I do?" While I lay there, too afraid to move, the masseuse spoke. He said he had been massaging there for over twenty years and was now forty years old, a mentor to other masseuses. I thought, "No wonder he looks so old," but I figured he must be experienced, so I reluctantly agreed. Still, it was very awkward.

Then he took a very elegant basin and started mixing massage oils. I saw several oils mixed together, and then he added hot water. Next, the massage began. He first took off his pants, then his underwear. I kept my eyes closed, not daring to look. I only opened my eyes when he said he was starting. When I opened them, I noticed he had no hair down there; it looked like he'd had hair removal done, quite clean. His penis was very thick and large, about the size of my fist, dark in color. I was too embarrassed to look closely and shyly closed my eyes, but I was a little worried about whether my body could handle such a large penis. Then he poured oil onto my body. The hot oil felt quite comfortable, especially when it was poured on my buttocks; it felt very warm. I temporarily forgot I was being serviced by a man.

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he started the massage, first using his hands to spread the oil evenly all over my body, very carefully. He slowly reached his hands from behind towards my breasts. Because of the oil, it was easy to reach the front. His hands were quite large. It was the first time a stranger had touched my breasts like that, and I felt very shy, so I remained completely still. His movements were very careful and gentle. Soon, I felt a very reassuring feeling, just like when my father was stroking me when I was a child. It was a very light rubbing, his fingers slowly sliding along my nipples, a tingling and itchy sensation. I had never experienced anything like it before; it was so comfortable, hard to describe in words. Moreover, I felt that there was no erotic element in his movements, only pure massage, allowing the essential oil to be fully absorbed by my skin.
I think this is the difference between foreign and domestic practices. Then he started massaging my buttocks. I've discovered that having big hands is really a good thing. During the massage, my buttocks felt like they were being wrapped up, which was very comfortable. His hands felt like kneading dough. Slowly, his fingers slid down through my groin to my vulva, and finally he started massaging there. I felt a sense of anticipation, and thankfully, he didn't disappoint. The feeling was definitely different. I had just removed my pubic hair, so I was particularly sensitive and could feel the subtle movements of his fingers. With the added health-promoting essential oil, my vulva started to feel hot, and I was almost in a daze.
My experience with a Bali spa massage with a man was so ecstatic!
After a while, I felt a warm sensation down below. It was strange; I looked down and saw he was licking my vulva with his tongue. The feeling was wonderful and comfortable, especially when his tongue went inside my vulva—or rather, it burrowed in, because he was sucking so hard. Then he asked me how I wanted to reach orgasm, and I said anything was fine. He picked me up and gently turned me over so I was lying flat. Then he gently parted my thighs and bent down to lick my clitoris, the most sensitive spot for a woman. At first, he just touched it lightly with the tip of his tongue, and I immediately felt like I was being electrocuted. A strong sensation spread from my lower body and flowed through my entire body. My breathing quickened, and as his tongue licked faster and harder, my body began to tremble, as if I were being continuously stimulated by a current. My consciousness began to blur, and I felt like I was floating. Before I could lose consciousness, I trembled and said to him, "I...I...I'm...I can't take it anymore!"
At that moment, I felt the masseur spread my thighs wide, and I felt his hand resting on my groin; then I felt something large rubbing and squeezing my vulva in a spiral motion. The masseur was also gently rubbing my clitoris with his fingers, and my lower body rhythmically contracted with his rubbing, almost sucking the large object in. (
A self-description of a Bali heterosexual spa massage experience: It was so ecstatic !
) After the large object was fully inside me, it began to gently but powerfully thrust in and out, feeling incredibly full! I completely lost consciousness at that moment, feeling as if I were floating in paradise with the thrusting of that large object, panting heavily, unable to control the urge to breathe. A series of groans emanated from the room; I felt my blood boiling, my breasts swelling to their limit. The masseur's large hands reached out and kneaded my breasts just in time. I gripped his arm tightly, unable to resist; waves of heat surged through my body, the stimulation deepening. Suddenly, I felt all my muscles relax, and my lower body began to convulse uncontrollably. A powerful warm current flowed through my entire body, lasting for about ten seconds! At that moment, I experienced a heavenly feeling that I had never felt before when I was with my husband!
After the climax, I felt as if I were slowly descending from a fairyland. The masseur picked me up and sat me facing him on his lap. He lifted my breasts with his chest, brushed my hair behind my ears, and draped my arms over his back. Then he gently kissed my forehead and face. When his lips moved to mine, I, still somewhat dazed, instinctively pursed my lips. I felt his tongue gently yet firmly pry open my teeth, slip into my mouth, and mingle with mine. It was a very comfortable feeling; it felt as if the masseur and I had completely merged into one! My
Bali heterosexual spa massage experience was so ecstatic !
As my orgasm began to subside and I gradually regained consciousness, the masseur embraced me and started moving up and down. His large member moved in and out of me, and waves of heat, accompanied by a ticklish sensation, spread from my lower body throughout my entire body. My body, which had just relaxed, began to tense up again. With the masseur's skillful movements, I quickly felt as if I were back in the clouds, experiencing that soul-stirring feeling once more!
Next, the masseur turned me around, my back against his chest, and he... He embraced me, rested his head on my shoulder, and kissed my neck. One hand continued massaging my breasts, while the other massaged my genitals. His movements were still gentle and tender, like a guide leading me to a blissful state!
After another orgasm, the masseur gently lifted me up and changed to a rear-entry position. I knelt on the massage bed, and he reached out from behind to massage my breasts. This time, I felt his large member penetrate deeper, pressing tightly against my cervix, the stimulation was more intense, and the pleasure was more pronounced!
One orgasm after another followed. The masseur also performed side-lying and vaginal massages, finally returning to the traditional position. However, unlike the first time, this time the masseur lifted my thighs high, placing them on his shoulders, and his massage pressure was greater than ever before!
My experience of a Bali heterosexual spa massage was absolutely blissful!
The entire massage lasted about an hour and a half. I couldn't take it anymore; I vaguely remember it was my seventh orgasm in a row! The feeling was simply indescribable. I was completely exhausted, lying on my back on the massage bed, drenched in sweat! The masseur didn't immediately withdraw; that big thing was still inside me. He lowered my legs, lay on top of me, gently stroking my hair with his hands while softly kissing me, from my forehead, down my cheeks, to my nose, and finally to my lips. This time, his tongue didn't come out; I felt he was helping me calm down.
As my breathing gradually returned to normal and my consciousness began to clear, I felt that big thing slowly withdraw from my body. He really didn't ejaculate; this felt wonderful, like I was truly being served! The masseur continued kissing my body, my skin, kissing down my neck to my breasts, then to my lower abdomen, down my thighs to my toes. After I had completely calmed down, he carried me to a bathtub filled with flower petals and gently washed me. I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy the experience. After a while, he whispered in my ear that I should rest for a bit, and that someone would come to serve me shortly. At that moment, I truly understood what a real spa was, what true relaxation was—I felt like I was flying!

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