Review of Imogen of Imogen, Central London

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An externally aesthetically challenged 1960s block in Bayswater. The interior however is a total contrast to the exterior and is bright, clean, airy and tastefully decorated. There is even a mirror above the massage table so you can watch Imogen do her stuff.

An archetypal English rose, facially stunning with a curvy womanly figure. The photos on her website are a very good representation, but don?t properly show her luscious all-over tan and unblemished soft skin.

I saw Imogen?s tweet on Twitter about being available, so took the opportunity and called to make an appointment. I had seen her 3 times before, but decided this time to treat myself to the mutual massage. A warm welcome from Imogen then off with my shoes and straight upstairs into the shower. Once I emerged she was waiting for me with a drink and we spent a few minutes discussing how the session would go. She makes sure you know her boundaries and asks if there is anything in particular you want her to work on. I decided I would massage her first. I couldn?t wait to touch her incredibly smooth and firm skin. Ok, so I don?t think I will be giving up my day job, but she seemed to enjoy my ham fisted ministrations. After about half an hour of inflicting my massage attempt on her, it was my turn to take to the table. I started on my front and she commenced with a very competent therapeutic massage of my back and shoulders, which I had complained about during our chat. The massage gradually became more sensual as she worked her way towards the tops of my thighs and buttocks. After the most intense oily CC swipes I have had and some gentle brushing of my more sensitive bits, I was itching to turn over. I think she sensed this and encouraged me to lie on my back. After some mixed massage techniques on my front varying pressures fingertip touch etc, she poured a generous glug of warm oil on the ?hot zone? and began what can only be described as a virtuoso performance alternating pressure, technique and speed, bringing me to the brink 4 or 5 times then backing off until I could hold out no more. The intensity of the orgasm when it came was something I have very rarely experienced. My prostate ached like it had been lifting weights at the gym and my cock spent what seemed like an age twitching involuntarily afterwards until I had sufficiently calmed down. My head was seriously spinning and I needed a while to compose myself during which time Imogen wiped me down with some hot towels, which I thought was a nice touch and a welcome departure from the ubiquitous baby wipe. I wobbled back to the shower for a quick hose down and then after a brief and entertaining chat, left on shaky legs thoroughly exhausted yet simultaneously euphoric. I had arranged to meet some friends for dinner so had to rush off relatively quickly. Although my friends commented that I was somewhat spaced out I wasn?t about to divulge why. While my previous visits to Imogen had been very good, with this performance and perhaps the experimentation with the mutual massage she has booked herself a permanent place in my all time hall of fame. I will definitely be back.