Massage Parlours Asheridge HP5

The sounds of crackling water as it seeped out from the massage parlour in Asheridge HP5 was like a siren’s call drawing me in. My heart quickened as I walked in, my steps getting ever closer to the pleasure that lay ahead. I could feel the anticipation rising inside me, my palms beginning to sweat as the wood floor planks clicked against my feet.

The receptionist’s eyes were alight with pleasure as she greeted me. She had a look of intrigue, like she knew a secret she wasn’t going to share but relished at the thought of it. She handed me a brochure, detailing all of the services the parlour offered and a price list. Flicking through it, I saw the variety of massage available, including Swedish, Deep Tissue, Aromatherapy and some specialised packages. There were also options for couples and offerings for special ‘occasions’.

I gulped, my stomach fluttering and my mouth dry. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. Nevertheless, I mustered all the courage I could, and asked the receptionist to take me through the facilities.

We went through the spa area with its sauna, steam room and jacuzzi, followed by the changing rooms, where I was given a fresh set of robes. Then it was on to the massage parlour itself, a dimly lit, candlelit room, with luxuriant furnishings and a bed covered in velvet cushions.

My heart was pounding, so I lay down and made myself as comfortable as I could. Then the massage therapist, a petite Asian woman, slowly entered the room and began to work her magic.

At first, she worked on my shoulders and neck, gently kneading out the knots and tension that had built up over the past weeks. As I melted further into the bed, she moved down to my back, putting her crafty hands to work on my spine, kneading muscle and unknotting knots.

My breathing became slower and my body temperature gradually rose as her hands moved to my legs, rubbing in oils and massage lotions to relax my tense muscles. She moved further down, and before I knew it, my body was tingling all over in anticipation.

On her instructions, I turned around and she began to work on my torso, her fingers following the curves and contours of my body as she massaged deep into the muscles. Then, much to my surprise, she began to caress my inner thighs. I gasped, my eyes widening in shock, as her smooth hands gently rubbed across my skin in the most sensuous of ways.

The rest of the massage was a blur of pleasure, as the Asian beauty took me on a tour of my newfound ecstasy, her fingertips exploring my body with skill and intensity that left me breathless and completely spent.

When the session was over, I sat up, my body still buzzing from the pleasure, my skin glowing and radiating warmth that ran through my veins like liquid gold. I thanked the massage therapist, and left the parlour feeling utterly content and in high spirits.

For weeks afterwards, my visits to the massage parlour in Asheridge HP5 were regular, the pleasure ever increasing and my body ever more an insatiable pleasure seeker. What had started as a one off visit quickly became something more, and before long I was addicted to the sensuous touches of my Asian massage therapist.

Those trips to Asheridge HP5 soon became the highlight of my week, as I explored not only the wonders of the massage parlour, but also the sexual realms lying within. Long bouts of foreplay, intense orgasms and fulfilling BDSM sessions soon became the norm.

Exploring sexual fantasies with my massage therapist and pushing the boundaries of pleasure to new heights quickly became my obsession. Each visit brought with it a renewed feeling of pleasure, an intensifying of my arousal, and ever new and more satisfying ways to experience sexual sores.

And it was only because of the massage parlour in Asheridge HP5 that I discovered the true depth of my desires. Every time I was there, the walls of inhibition I had built around myself, and my own definition of pleasure, were broken down, allowing me to experience a level of pleasure I had never before known.

The massage parlour in Asheridge HP5, and the passionate and exquisite Asian massage therapist I had the pleasure of working with there, changed my life. I left feeling wholly rejuvenated and deeply fulfilled… and I can’t wait for my next appointment.