Back when I was a lad I fondly remember summer days being spent trawling round massage parlours in Dagnall. I was about twelve at the time but the memories of these erotic places linger on in my mind. My father had taken me to Dagnall on one of our regular outings to visit my older cousin who lived in a large house on the outskirts of town.
We had finished our lunch at a small restaurant near by and were on the way back to my cousin’s place when we drove past a massage parlour in one of the side streets. With my growing curiosity, I asked my father if he would take me with him and explore the place. He obliged and together we walked into the parlour.
The parlour had a large and spacious waiting room, with a desk in the centre facing us. A few girls in skimpy uniforms sat behind it, occasionally poking their heads out to greet clients. The walls were adorned with various posters and there were even a few massage tables lined up at the back of the room.
We made our way over to one of the girls at the desk, a dark-haired woman in her late thirties. She was wearing a creamy white nightdress and had a friendly smile on her face. She introduced herself as a masseuse and explained that she specialised in full body massage as well as some specialty massage techniques designed to help clients relieve their tensions and aches.
We agreed that a Swedish massage would be most appropriate for my needs and she asked us to come back the next day, assuring us that the massage would be totally private. My father complied giving her his credit card details to pay for the session.
The next day the masseuse welcomed me with a warm smile, leading me to one of the massage pillows. She asked me to lay down and then proceeded to prepare her workstation. She wrapped her hands in warm towels, laid out a few massage oils, and switched on some classical music. I immediately felt relaxed.
She then began to massage me from the neck downwards, working slowly and carefully on my tense muscles. I felt my body relax and slowly the knots in my back and shoulders started to disappear as her fingertips moved across my skin.
The massage parlours Dagnall HP4 experience was so superb that after a few hours of being massaged by the masseuse, I felt totally at peace and rejuvenated. I thanked her for her wonderful session and asked if I could come back again the next day, to which she gladly agreed.
And so our wonderful routine began: Every day I would go to the massage parlour, get a massage, and leave feeling totally relaxed and stress free. The ladies were always courteous and kind, making the experience so much more enjoyable. I even started to learn some massage techniques myself and started to offer massages to my father in return.
Eventually I developed a special bond with the ladies at the massage parlour, feeling that I had found a ‘home away from home’. It was a place where I felt I could be safe and at peace.
Unfortunately, the massage parlour closed down the following year and the ladies all scattered to different places. I never did get to say ‘goodbye’ to the ladies but I will never forget the wonderful experience I had and the beautiful moments I shared with them.
To this day I still enjoy massages and I congratulate the ladies who gave me a truly happy massage parlour offering in Dagnall.