The sun was setting and Hotley Bottom HP16 was alive with tourists coming to experience its spectacular massage parlours. The small town, nestling in the winding lanes and valleys of the Peak District National Park, is renowned for its massage parlours, each offering an array of services, from traditional Swedish massage to exotic and highly sexualised treatments.
For me, it was a chance to escape from reality. I had come to Hotley Bottom looking for adventure and as I walked through the narrow winding streets, taking in the smells of freshly cooked food and the sound of local musicians, I knew that I had come to the right place.
I had never been to a massage parlour before and, although I had heard stories of what went on inside, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. The first place I came to was called ‘The Pink Pussycat’, named to intrigue and allure, I later found out, and as I approached the door it was clear that something special was happening within.
The interior was positively opulent. Richly decorated in shades of pink, red and purple, with a small red oriental rug, golden Buddhas and delicate orchids, The Pink Pussycat was a seductive and exotic mix of luxury and sensuality. In the centre of the parlour, behind a discreetly tucked away corner curtain, was the massage room.
I took a deep breath and stepped in, wondering what was in store. A tall and elegant Asian woman wearing a sheer pink robe greeted me, introducing herself as Kiki, the resident masseuse. As I stepped closer, she smiled, her eyes twinkling as she gestured towards a piece of embroidered cloth draped over a low, red table.
Kiki motioned towards the table and told me to undress. I complied, nervously removing my clothing, my suspenders and stockings catching the air. I was surprised at how comfortable I felt, despite the sensuality of the surroundings and equally surprised at how quickly Kiki began her massage.
She had a gentle but firm touch and every stroke I felt winding its way through my body. I surrendered to the pleasure of her expert hands, allowing myself to drift away, as she moved from my shoulders, down my back and over my buttocks.
Her sensual and intimate ministrations were enough to make my knees weak and I gasped as her skilled fingers caressed my thighs and moved over my sex. I have never experienced such pleasure before and it felt like I had been transported to another realm where all that existed was pleasure, pain and rapturous delight.
Kiki moved to my feet and then back to my abdomen, working her way up to my breasts and nipples, which she teased and tantalised expertly. I moaned with pleasure as her fingers ran along my naked flesh, dancing with my erogenous zones in a way that only a skilled masseuse could.
The session was soon over, and with a final massage of my shoulders and back, Kiki told me that I was free to go. Reaching for my clothes, I noticed that my body had undergone a subtle transformation, as if the massage itself had relaxed and released a lot of tension. I thanked Kiki and made my way back out into the streets of Hotley Bottom.
The experience had been better than I had expected and I couldn’t wait to tell my friends all about it. As I looked around, I was awed by the beauty of the place and wondered if I would be able to come back for another massage soon.