My Experience: Erotic massage interrupted by police raid
I have put off sharing this experience for multiple years. Mainly because I don’t want to put people off from exploring and enjoying the wonderful world of erotic massages. Secondly, because the police raid was not connected to the *legal* activities taking place at the legitimate massage shop, but rather I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, I’ve thought about it and I want to be totally transparent about my adventures and that means the good, the bad, and the ugly!
In 2022 I took a trip to Berlin and visited a few erotic massage parlours including Ekstase. I’d messaged them ahead of time on Whatsapp and was told there would be availability. When I arrived at the venue (hidden within a residential area around Frankfurter Tor) I was greeted by a corridor filled with beautiful young women in sexy lingerie.
I was given a drink and ushered into a room as girls presented themselves to me one by one. It was a difficult choice but I chose a 23 year old Ukranian girl, slim with smallish boobs, long brunette hair and free of tattoos. We agreed on a one hour body-to-body massage and I paid her €120 in cash.
I was told to undress, take a quick shower, and lie face-down on the bed and wait for my masseuse. As she approached me I couldn’t help but turn my head to watch her gorgeous naked body.
The first 45 minutes of the erotic massage were sensational. Soothing music played in the background as this beautiful young girl poured oil on me and massaged my body with her talented hands, stomach and breasts. With a mirror next to us I had an incredible view of her melting into me, as I felt the heat radiate from her intimate area across my legs.
As anyone who has had an erotic massage knows, the last 15 minutes are set aside for the hand-job finish. My masseuse had spent 45 minutes getting me worked up for this moment and I knew it was going to be an explosive finish. She gripped my cock and started to move her small hands up and down.
That’s when I started to hear commotion in the corridor. Doors were being slammed and there was a lot of noise. My masseuse, clearly aware, tried to remain professional and focus on the task at hand. That’s when the door slightly opened and a working girl poked her head round. My masseuse looked at her angrily and tried to shoo her away with her hands, as if to say she’s with a client and interrupting the session is unforgivable. But the working girl made it clear this was very important. My masseuse apologised and told me to wait, grabbed a towel and ran outside, leaving me lying there as my erection subsided.
After 10 minutes of lying there alone I decided to get up, wrap a towel around me and go and see what was happening. I opened the door to find the corridor filled with police officers, at least 5 of them, questioning the girls. A policeman caught my eye and started talking to me in German, a language I don’t speak. One of his colleagues, a female officer, translated and they asked for my ID which I gave them. After it was confirmed that I was clearly a client from abroad, and not part of the erotic massage operation, I was told no further questions.
My masseuse was also asked to provide her ID. It became apparent that the police were only interested in a few of the working girls. My masseuse came back into the room and explained one of the girls had done something bad, but it didn’t affect the rest of them. I was relieved – as I’d had fears running through my head of the erotic massage business being unregulated or the girls secretly being underage.
I had lost all the relaxation I had built up over the first 45 minutes of my massage, and I was quite annoyed by this fact. I confronted my masseuse and asked her what my options were. It was clear she was unwilling to give me a refund for the time spent together, but did agree to give me the last 15 minutes so I could finish. I lay back down on the bed and she knelt beside me, and gave me a hand-job. It took significantly longer than she’d hoped, but my mind wasn’t exactly in the right place anymore.
I eventually spunked and she cleaned me up, before I said goodbye to her and put my clothes back on. It was a bit embarrassing walking back into the corridor filled with police, them all knowing I’d just been jacked-off, but I reminded myself it’s all legal and normal in Germany. Plus, I’ll never see them ever again so who cares?!
Ultimately, I had a good time at Ekstase and would go back again. It was just very bad luck what I experienced, and I appreciate my masseuse being a professional and finishing me off rather than simply kicking me out. The experience hasn’t put me off legal sex services, but I can only imagine the absolute horror someone must feel if they’re doing something illegal when the police suddenly raid the place like they did here.
At the time of writing, Ekstase apparently have 2 Ukranian sisters working there who offer a 4-hand massage together. I can only imagine how incredible that would be to experience and I’m sooo tempted to book my flight right now. Send me some coins to help with my flight?