It was a warm and humid night in Russell Town, a small neighborhood located in the heart of Bristol. The roads had been largely quiet for the last few hours, and the only source of excitement was the faint smell of incense that wafted down the alleyways from a nearby massage parlor.
I had heard about this place from a few of my friends, and my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I had been itching to try something new, and so I decided to give it a shot. After all, what did I have to lose?
I made my way down the darkened street and found myself standing outside a nondescript door in a small brick building. I took a deep breath and knocked firmly. The door opened a few seconds later and a pale-faced woman with a tightly-wound bun appeared.
“Yes? How can I help you?”
I gulped and mumbled something about wanting a massage. She nodded and led me inside. The small reception room was dimly lit and I could hear soft trance music playing in the background. A few other people were waiting, all fidgeting nervously. I realized, much to my relief, that I wasn’t the only one who was out of their comfort zone.
The woman directed me to a nearby massage table and asked me to remove my shirt. I complied and she smiled, gesturing for me to lie down. As I did, I felt her soft hands kneading my back, her fingers massaging my shoulders and neck. I closed my eyes and let the tension seep out of me.
I could feel her pressing deeper into my muscles, her fingers pressing and grasping. She moved with an expert’s touch and I could feel the stress being pulled from my body. Suddenly, she flipped me over, straddling my body and rubbing the palm of her hand against my chest.
I gasped in pleasure as she started to gently stroke my nipples and stomach. I felt myself getting aroused as her hands moved lower and lower, tantalizing me with her soft caresses. She smiled and whispered something in my ear, her breath tickling my skin. She then proceeded to kiss and lick my neck, exploring and tantalizing me with her soft lips.
I felt her hands move lower still and I gasped in pleasure. She teased and stroked my shaft and balls, increasing the intensity as she went. I felt my whole body trembling with pleasure, and I lost all sense of reality. I was completely consumed by her touch.
The massage parlour had been the most thrilling and pleasurable experience I had ever had. My enthusiasm had only grown with each passing hour, and by the time I had to leave, I was almost sad that it was over. I thanked the woman warmly and exited the building, the sounds of pleasure still ringing in my ears.
I felt a new lightness in my steps as I ambled down the street. I now knew that, no matter how dark the night, there were always amazing pleasures to be explored. The massage parlour had opened up a whole new world for me, and I eagerly imagined my next visit.