Summer: the promise of humidity, the sunlight basking over your face, the cool breeze, the waft of petals and the chirping of birds.
The sight outside my window is a captivating one, a vision which stretches over Hyde Park, across Kensington Road and through the balcony window of my plush apartment in Princes Gate. The sun rays add an irridescent glow to the droplets of water that rest upon the flower petals in my bath. The luxury two-bedroom flat is under my sugar daddy’s name but we have a sweet agreement. I only see him on an intimate level but I am permitted to host regular clients at the apartment and give them a tantric massage. I’m sure all you girls out there can understand, we are all self-made even though it’s someone else’s money, it is our hard work. No need to feel obliged to anyone ladies, we dictate the choices we make.
Now, my love for tantric started when I trained as a professional masseuse in Singapore, during my gap year. Without naming names, I worked in a massage centre in Novena which consisted of seven-hour days, which can be exhausting when you do back-to-back massages. After a hard day’s work, I would walk through the Botanical Gardens of Singapore in order to re-connect with nature and find my balance; my favorite area for meditation was the Orchid Garden. You can smirk all you like but my Tai Chi skills were acquired from practicing in the Gardens – combined with my natural talent for Reiki-infused massages that would earn me up to 400 000 Japanese Yen per hour, when I was flown out to significant individuals in Tokyo.
Like many successful doctors, who then become professors and later turn their thesis into best-sellers, I have seen how an accurate diagnosis for the human body is a result of the collaboration of two competing empires. I’ve seen medical breakthroughs from the West that owe much of their success or influence to Eastern medicine and holistic therapy; advancements that have been diluted and re-packaged in order to be dispersed across Europe and America. All our education and secrets start from the East and end in the West, it just takes an open-mind and well-travelled individual to grasp that. I took the principles of ‘mind, body and soul’ from the Far East and combined them with my practical knowledge of muscle groups, and embarked upon a journey in Europe, where I could make men and women let go through touch, even if just for an hour.
You can’t re-mould what I have learnt, neither can you break the habits that my teacher, Azumi, taught me. Therefore, I travelled to hotels and houses and saw clients through an informal introduction. There was no way a five star hotel could take me on because they would de-construct all that I have learnt and force me to massage lightly and inoffensively, never to bring a client out their comfort-zone. Although I don’t hurt anyone, I most definitely don’t allow them to stay in this dimension when I rest my hands on their back and effleurage their shoulders and arms.