Massage Parlours Ashton Hayes CH3 was the perfect place to escape the stress and pressures of everyday life. For the last three months I had been coming here for a weekly massage, and each time I left feeling relaxed, rejuvenated and invigorated.
This time was no exception, and as I stepped into the dimly lit reception area I could already feel my shoulders start to let go of their tension.
I was greeted warmly by the receptionist and ushered through to one of the private massage rooms. It was small but immaculately kept and the air was filled with the heavy scent of essential oils.
The massage therapist, a short, gentle woman with long dark hair, began the session by offering me a choice from her selection of massage oils. I chose the more exotic blend of lavender, orange and clove, and she began to work her magic.
The massage was a heavenly mix of gentle caressing strokes and deep tissue pressure, a massage that was both vigorous and tender at the same time. Every part of my body felt like it was getting a special kind of attention, each muscle blissfully unwinding under her expert fingers.
Judging by the way my body was responding, it was clear that the massage therapist’s skills were second-to-none. As I felt her experienced hands explore my body, I felt an odd sense of peace, a feeling of contentment as all my worries seemed to be gently carried away by the unwavering rhythm of her fingertips.
After about forty-five minutes, the massage was over and I left the room feeling like I was floating on a cloud. As I stepped into the reception area my feet lightly skimmed the floor, barely touching the ground.
I thanked the receptionist on my way out and made a mental note to extend my membership at the massage parlour. This place was definitely worth coming back to.
The next time I returned to Massage Parlours Ashton Hayes CH3, I felt ready to take the plunge and try something a bit more daring. I made my way to a backroom, where I was welcomed by a friendly and professional man in a smart suit.
He asked me to undress, and I obediently complied, quickly slipping out of my clothes and covering myself up in a large white robe. I was then asked to sit on the massage chair, whereupon I was treated to a full body massage. This time, however, the massage was far more sensual than the last one had been and my body went into a mild state of arousal.
The masseur’s hands moved over my body with a sure gentleness, and as he massaged my thighs and buttocks, his touch grew increasingly passionate. His hands seemed to intuitively know what felt good to my body, and every stroke served to heighten my senses and deepen my pleasure. My skin tingled with pure pleasure and delight as his strong and sure hands explored every inch of me.
Eventually, the massage ended and I left feeling relaxed and filled with a deep sense of peace. I hadn’t realised it before, but my visit at Massage Parlours Ashton Hayes CH3 had been an extremely sensual experience. I was definitely going to come back again!