Shunga exotic massage oil by Shunga Erotic Art - review by Chris

Rubbing the oil over his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath the pressure of my fingers, my mind wallowed somewhere between childhood memories and sex. The flashes from my nose were tickling old echoes while the senses in my fingers purred of present sex.

The oil was slick and sleek. I could feel it between my hands and his back, yet it did not form a film between us. It let me glide over him perfectly.

The sweet and familiar aroma wrapped me up in thoughts of a younger time while the feeling of his flesh turned me on. His body moved at my massage, and I did not want to stop touching him. My fingers slipped over him, and I savored the way he felt as I rubbed him.

I cannot deny how much this product smells like Bubblicious bubble gum. I can picture the packaging of the gum in my head when I smell it. Whenever I open the bottle, I can literally feel that sticky wad of bubble gum that occupied hours of my childhood. The aroma is sweet, infectious. It completely monopolizes my senses.

And I love the smell. One would think that you would not want childhood connections to sexual adulthood, but I was happy to have the slight pull at my memory in my happy present.

But this slick massage oil is not sticky like the Bubblicious memories it concurred in my mind. It's texture is clean, smooth. It provides enough lubrication for a good and thorough massage yet also absorbs into the skin enough to avoid that heavy, sticky residue.

Its cold pressed oils and Vitamin E are only a bonus. Not only does it enable a sweet massage, it moisturizes and nurtures the skin. Even my horrifically sensitive skin embraced it fully. I would not hesitate to rub a thin amount into my skin just for the smell and feel alone.