There was something about the massage parlor that always drew him in. It was located in a quiet neighborhood of Ramsey Hollow PE26, nestled between a row of quaint little houses, and a city park just off the main strip.
In the distance, he could hear the sounds of children playing in the park, darting from tree to tree, and riding on the swings. But nothing drew his attention away from the inviting facade of the massage parlor before him.
Her name was Janet, and she was the owner of the establishment. She had been living in Ramsey Hollow PE26 for as long as he had been coming here, and there was no doubt she knew how to make her place stand out when it came to giving people the better side of a massage.
Inside, Janet’s massage parlor was lit with a soft candlelight and the lush reds and purples of a boudoir. Everything had the sheen and smell of leather and a sensuality in the air that was impossible to ignore.
As soon as he stepped through the door, he felt the warmth of the atmosphere surrounding him. His shoulders immediately began to relax as he felt her gentle hands drift over his back. Her thumbs began to kneed every long forgotten muscle, and as she worked he could feel the tension that had been built up over the course of the day melt away.
After a few minutes, Janet moved from his back to his arms and legs, letting her fingers work their way around each joint. As his muscles loosened and his senses reacted, his body filled with an energy unlike any he had ever experienced before.
These were just the start of the massage session they had been discussing over the phone, and it was soon to get even better. With a gentle command, Janet pulled him up onto the massage table. As he lay back on the table and allowed her fingers to begin to explore, he let out a deep sigh of pleasure.
Janet began the session by exploring his body with her hands, and then with oils that sent waves of pleasure crashing through his mind and body. She moved from his feet, to his calves and thighs, exploring every muscle and discovering new sensations as she worked.
Once she finished with his legs, Janet shifted her attention to his chest and abdomen. She massaged each area with a deliberate slowness, and yet each stroke felt as if it were massaging his soul. His mind and body were in perfect harmony as the session progressed, and by the time Janet was finished he felt like he was floating in the air.
After this, Janet told him to roll onto his stomach and relax, as she was about to take him even further into the realm of pleasure. She started off with a light massage on his back, and then slowly worked her way inwards, exploring every corner of his body with her experienced hands.
Each activity brought a new wave of pleasure and as she worked around his inner thighs and buttocks, his penis began to react. Within minutes he was as hard as steel and Janet was eager to take him even further.
She moved her hand to his penis and began to caress it, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his body. As this continued, she began to rub him with her other hand and soon he was screaming in pure pleasure.
By the time Janet finished with him, he was completely exhausted. His body was in a state of bliss and he was barely able to move from the massage table. But he was also feeling fully replenished, in a way he had never felt before.
Going to the massage parlor was not just about getting a massage for him. It was also a place that gave him a sense of peace and a feeling of relief he could rarely find elsewhere.
He thanked Janet for the session and made a mental note to make this a regular visit in his wealthy eastern suburbs. He was not the type of man who needed to be constantly prodded by a therapist or counselor to get through life. But on occasion it was nice to escape the pressures of the world, and to just lie back and relax in Janet’s massage parlor.