I've been away from Toronto for more than a year now, moved to the west coast where, if you peruse Perb.ca, you'll detect a very different approach to our favourite subject--and an altogether less appealing one, too.
What with grinding pollution, horrendous traffic, crappy politicians, suburbs clear to Moosonee and the lot, there's not much to miss about my home city these days. The exception is the liberal massage scene so vividly and amusingly captured in these threads.
When I returned for a few days earlier this month, my head--both heads, in fact--spun with indecision. Finally, I decided on two visits. The first was Sabrina at Tui Na on Yonge St.
I chose Sabrina because overall, for a combination of therapeutic massage and sensuality, I can't think of anyone better with the possible exception of Chi-Chi. Yes, the bias is obvious: I really like Chinese women.
Sabrina surprised me with a new hairdo: long, curly, very feminine. That was the first treat. The second was that she'd always been superlative on the therapeutic side of massage and a tad better than adequate on the sensual side. Clearly something had happened during my year away. This was a new Sabrina. Towards the end of a vigorous and skilled one-hour treatment, her rendition of a happy ending, slow and rhythmic, with generous, courtesan-like attention to all areas of sensation, front and back, had me squirming with delight even as she sent me clear through the roof.
Life could hardly have been as sweet in the Forbidden City itself. Toronto guys have it good.
What with grinding pollution, horrendous traffic, crappy politicians, suburbs clear to Moosonee and the lot, there's not much to miss about my home city these days. The exception is the liberal massage scene so vividly and amusingly captured in these threads.
When I returned for a few days earlier this month, my head--both heads, in fact--spun with indecision. Finally, I decided on two visits. The first was Sabrina at Tui Na on Yonge St.
I chose Sabrina because overall, for a combination of therapeutic massage and sensuality, I can't think of anyone better with the possible exception of Chi-Chi. Yes, the bias is obvious: I really like Chinese women.
Sabrina surprised me with a new hairdo: long, curly, very feminine. That was the first treat. The second was that she'd always been superlative on the therapeutic side of massage and a tad better than adequate on the sensual side. Clearly something had happened during my year away. This was a new Sabrina. Towards the end of a vigorous and skilled one-hour treatment, her rendition of a happy ending, slow and rhythmic, with generous, courtesan-like attention to all areas of sensation, front and back, had me squirming with delight even as she sent me clear through the roof.
Life could hardly have been as sweet in the Forbidden City itself. Toronto guys have it good.