“Massage Parlours”
Vivienne had been fantasizing about massage parlours ever since she first heard about them in the hushed conversations at dance rehearsals with the other girls. She had always been curious about the sensual goings on behind closed doors, though she had never indulged in such pleasure.
But, after months of watching the other girls go off to the parlours, Vivienne felt that she was ready to give in to her desires and try it for herself. She had picked the perfect place, too – Bartlow CB21.
Locating the massage parlour was easy – it was nestled in the corner of an inconspicuous street, its blacked out windows and discreet signage doing little to betray its true purpose. Approaching the entrance, Vivienne felt her heart beating faster and her breath becoming quicker; her mind racing at the thought of the pleasure that awaited her inside. She took a deep breath and allowed the door to close softly behind her.
The parlour was a haven of calm and relaxation, scented with a variety of herbs and oils. Soft music filled the air and Vivienne was greeted warmly by the receptionist, who asked her to take a seat and make herself comfortable. As she sat, she glanced around the room and saw a number of scantily clad massage therapist in the process of giving their clients a series of sensual massages.
Vivienne could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, so to distract herself she ordered a glass of wine and perused the menu of services. After a few minutes of contemplation, she opted for an hour long tantric massage. With the appointment booked, Vivienne was ushered into a private room.
The room was dimly lit and decorated with dark, comfortable colours. Incense sticks and candles burned, creating an intimate and sacred atmosphere. As her masseuse entered, Vivienne felt her heart skip a beat as she noticed the beauty of his body. He asked her to undress and instructed her to lie down on the massage table.
The massage that followed was truly magical. Vivienne had never experienced such pleasure. Her entire body seemed to melt into his warm, loving touch as he worked his way up and down her body, kneading, massaging, and caressing every inch of her. As the massage progressed, Vivienne was overwhelmed with feelings of ecstasy and well-being that she had never felt before.
The massage finished with Vivienne lying in a blissful state of relaxation, not wanting the moment to end. Eventually, she reluctantly got dressed and returned to the reception area, contented with her experience and blushing at the prospect of returning.
In the days and weeks that followed, Vivienne eagerly returned to the massage parlour. On each visit she allowed herself to be taken away to a place of pleasure, where all worries and stresses melted away and where her only focus was the sensations that her masseuse created. With each massage Vivienne’s body felt more alive and her soul reaped the benefits of her indulgence.
Vivienne’s experiences at the massage parlour had changed her life in ways she never could have imagined. She felt more energized and alive than ever before, the pleasure she experienced having helped to free her from the baggage of the past and allowing her to be more present in her everyday life. Vivienne had fallen in love with massage parlours, adding them to her list of favourite things and providing her with a haven of pleasure and relaxation that she could visit anytime she desired.