The Prostate Massage Add-on can be booked alongside any of our Sensual Massage, Classic Tantric Massage and Premium Tantrix massages.

It’s not the kind of thing you scribble down in a polite diary or whisper over tapas in Chelsea. No, this is deeper—quieter—done in shadows where time slows and breath hangs heavy like steam in a sealed train tunnel. At Tantric Affairs, the prostate massage isn’t just touch; it’s invocation.

You lie back and everything else—the city, the noise, the lies you told to keep it all stitched together—melts into the warm hands of someone who knows the path without a map. It’s a descent into the underworld of your own body, a ritual where control is peeled away like wet wallpaper, layer by slow, deliberate layer. And when we find that sacred gland—buried like a red button behind layers of bourgeois inhibition—we press. Gently, rhythmically. And you rise. Godlike. Human. Filthy. Clean.

There’s something cinematic in it. Not the glossy stuff—no, it’s more like those Soviet films where a man walks into the wilderness, hungry and alone, and finds his soul behind a broken door. A kind of cold-blooded ecstasy. Our sessions don’t scream; they hum, low and sure like a subway train coming through late at night. The prostate, you see, is more than muscle. It’s myth. Touch it right, and it doesn’t just twitch—it opens. A gateway. Clients leave our rooms walking a little different, like they’ve seen something in the dark they’re not sure how to name. We don’t just work the body—we work the story buried inside it.