Massage Parlours Four Lane Ends LA17
The streets were eerily quiet with the occasional rush of a car passing by. The sun had long set, leaving inky blackness in its wake. For most people, this part of town was avoided, but for me, it was my happy place. I knew what lurked behind the closed doors, and I was eager to find out more. I had heard stories about the massage parlours at Four Lane Ends LA17, and had come to check them out.
When I got there, I could feel the tension in the air from the tension of the patrons and employees. Everyone had their eyes perfectly trained on the door leading to the massage parlour. A few shifty figures could be seen loitering around the entrance, adding to the air of uneasiness. I drew in a deep breath and forced myself to press forward.
The doorbell pealed when I entered the parlour. I was met with a narrow hallway adorned with tasteful wallpaper and dim lighting. A few corridors stretched off in different directions. I chose one that seemed to be the busiest and quickly found myself at a large open room with several massage tables scattered around. A few attendants were working at the tables, kneading and stretching flesh into shape. One of them motioned me to a corner and handed me a pamphlet that had the rates per session.
Before I could take a look, a girl appeared and before I knew it, I was lying on the massage table. She immediately started working on my tense muscles and soon I was in my own little massage heaven. I closed my eyes to the soothing sensation and let myself be taken away. As I drifted off, I felt soft hands running over my body, sending shivers throughout.
Faster and faster the hands moved over my body in a gentle yet seductive rhythm. I felt my body respond to her light touch, my nerve endings tingling as she traced her fingertips across my skin. Sensation blossomed into pleasure and before I knew it my entire body was alive with it. My breathing quickened and my heart raced as the pleasure grew.
My massage therapist was an expert at her craft, her hands moving in perfect synchronicity with my body. I moaned and gasped as she expertly worked her magic. I shuddered as an orgasm tore through my body and I was left in blissful exhaustion afterwards.
It was only as I came to my senses again that I realised my massage therapist hadn’t said a single word through the entire session. Nonetheless, I was grateful to her for the experience and when I eventually stumbled out of the parlour, I felt both invigorated and alive.
A month later, I was back at Massage Parlours Four Lane Ends LA17 and this time, I opted for a new type of massage session. I was taken to one of the private rooms at the back of the parlour and instructed to lie back on the massage table. At first, I thought that nothing would happen, but then I was overcome by a strange sensation – one I’d never felt before. It was as if electricity was running from top to bottom, from my scalp to my toes and all around my body.
Aroused, I let the pleasure take me away again. I moaned and sighed as the waves of pleasure coursed through me. I felt the knots in my muscles melted away and the tension in my body dissipated until I was completely relaxed.
The session eventually came to an end and I felt heavy with tiredness. I thanked my masseuse for the wonderful experience and stumbled out of the parlour. I knew that I would be back, and soon, for another session of bliss at Massage Parlours Four Lane Ends LA17.