Viking agreed to meet me at short notice when I was in London for a day; he provided clear directions, and talked me through the options for meeting, and the prices. The arrangements were easy to make, and when I arrived he was waiting for me with the biggest grin, and a body to die for.
The photos on here don't do him justice, and with a light dusting of golden hair he could have been an angel as he led me to the massage table and asked if I wanted a glass of water. And then began one of the most calming and arousing hours of my life! Viking seemed to know instinctively when to apply the pressure and when to ease back and be more erotic; when to chat a little (he's a great conversationalist, but has a knack of reaching for that particularly sensitive spot, rendering me speechless in return) and when to graze my back with his stubbly chin, or breathe softly into my ear. Having let me touch him during the massage I thought I knew what to expect when I turned over - but the sight that met my eyes was beyond perfect. He carried on, increasing the tempo bit by bit, until I couldn't do anything but relax into the explosion of joy his hands and body provoked.
When I finally found the strength to get up he offered me a shower to freshen up, before I floated away on a cloud of bliss. If you find yourself in London with a little time to spare Viking will turn a good day into the most perfect one!