The sun shone brightly on the cool morning of the city of Cryers Hill HP15, as the winds blew gently through the warm streets. People were busy, bustling around to get to their respective destinations and conversations were heard, interspersed with laughter.
At this hour, the city had not yet stirred to life and many establishments were still closed and quiet, save for one: the massage parlour on the corner of Cryers Hill and High Street.
Inside the premises, a low but lingering aroma of jasmine mixed with musk, pervaded the air, filling the space with a pleasant, heavy smell. The walls were a yellowish-white and they were adorned with artwork depicting Hindu deities in various forms and expressions of emotion. On one corner was a small reception desk, and behind it sat a female attendant, her beautiful face half-concealed behind a veil of long black hair.
She greeted customers as they walked in with a warm smile, though her eyes betrayed a hint of apprehension. The place was mostly empty and quiet at this hour, and yet a small corner of her mind could not help but be anxious about whom, or what, would walk in next.
Little did she know, a storm was brewing outside.
Just a few streets away, a slim, dark-haired man made his way towards the massage parlour. He had heard of the establishment and since his curiosity had been piqued, he decided to pay it a visit.
But the man was not here for any ordinary massage. His intentions, no less than questionable, involved the explicitly sexual activities common to such places.
For the first time in a long while, the man felt alive and vibrant, a feeling that he had been missing since his wife had left him years ago. He felt a renewed sense of excitement and lust, and despite his better judgment, he allowed himself to be swept away by these newfound, forbidden desires.
As the man entered the massage parlour, he noticed a few other patrons already getting magical treatments. Most of them, just like him, were not here for just any ordinary massage. They, too, had come for the more taboo pleasures of the alternative services available here.
The man, however, was determined to enjoy his experience fully and he asked for a special treatment from one of the masseuses. The beautiful woman who had greeted him at the reception desk seemed taken aback at first, but then her gaze softened, as if she could sense his pure need for gratification. She assigned the man a special masseuse who, it seemed, specialised in the “forbidden arts”.
The woman was voluptuous and seductive, with cat-like eyes and dark, curly hair. She introduced herself as Vanille and she lead the man to a dimly lit, private room. There, a massage table had been set up and as the man stripped down to his boxers, she draped a large towel over his body.
Vanille started her session with gentle and agile strokes of her hands on the man’s body. He fell into a deep state of relaxation and soon he felt the boundaries of his own inhibitions start to blur. His body felt warm and he felt his arousal grow as Vanille’s hands gradually shifted from his back to his chest to his thighs and started exploring other areas of his body.
He could feel Vanille’s fingers go deeper and deeper as she caressed and massaged her way up and down his body, exploring and stimulating his erogenous zones with an enthusiasm and skill that he had never before encountered.
The man let out a moan of pleasure as Vanille’s touch took him to new heights of arousal and he felt waves of pleasure course through his body. He wanted more, and he allowed himself to succumb to the pleasure, allowing his own desires to take control.
Vanille responded in kind and she turned the massage into something akin to making love. She used her hands, her lips, and her entire body to provide the man with an experience beyond anything he had ever felt before.
The man gasped in pleasure and soon found himself on the brink of orgasm. Not wanting to stay there for too long, he asked for help, and Vanille complied. She licked and sucked on his body, pushing him closer and closer to his climax. When the wave of pleasure eventually hit him, the man sighed in relief, feeling utterly content in the afterglow of his climax.
When the man returned to reality, his body felt light and nourished, as if the massage had taken away all of his aches and cares. He felt rather embarrassed that, in spite of all his years, he had allowed himself to be aroused in a public setting, but above all he felt grateful to have had such an intense and satisfying experience.
From that day on, the man would often find himself in the massage parlour whenever he felt the need to let loose and escape from the mundanity of everyday life. The establishment had become a kind of sanctuary for him, one where he could let go of all his inhibitions and enjoy a pleasure-filled experience, knowing that the strict confidentiality of the massage parlour was secure and that no one would ever know of his visits there.
The massage parlour of Cryers Hill HP15 soon become a popular destination for those seeking sexual satisfaction, a place of solace and relief in a world filled with toil and stress. For the city of Cryers Hill HP15, this was just the beginning of an unlikely and unlikely prosperous affair.