Massage Parlours Diddington PE19

Once upon a time, there lived a young woman in the small town of Diddington, located in the county of PE19. Her name was Susanna, and she’d just moved to the town to take advantage of its famously large massage parlour.

It had taken her a while to settle into her new life in the area, but she was determined to make the most of it, and so, each morning before she ventured out into the village, she would canter off to the massage parlour for a good morning of relaxation. It had become a fond morning ritual for her, and this particular morning was no exception.

Susanna stepped into the parlour and was immediately greeted by a swarthy pervading scent of mint and lavender. A few aromatherapy lamps were burning away on the counters, releasing their fragrant scent into the room. As Susanna’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she glanced about the interior of the parlour, which was neat and tidy. Everything looked very inviting to her.

In one corner of the room was a marble bench, that had clearly been lovingly carved with the art of massage in mind. Susanna slowly moved around the bench and took a seat. She took a deep breath before allowing her hands to wander over the chilled, smooth surface of the bench. Her fingers traced the veins and knots that layered its structure; a sense of anticipation began to fill her body as she realized what was to come.

Before long, a woman in her mid-30s entered the parlour. She had a kind face, and Susanna couldn’t help but smile warmly as she saw the woman for the first time.

“Welcome,” the woman said in a soft and gentle voice. “My name is Freja and I will be your massage therapist today. I hope you are ready for a lovely, deep and relaxing massage.”

Susanna nodded eagerly in reply and shifted her body so that it was in the perfect position for Freja to begin. Freja raised her hands and began to trace Susanna’s back, beginning at the top and slowly working downwards, digging her fingers into her knotted muscles and releasing the tension she found there. As Susanna gradually lost her mindfulness of the world outside, she found herself slowly melting into the massage table.

After a few minutes of gentle massaging, Freja cupped Susanna’s face in her hands and whispered in a husky voice, “It’s time to move onto the next part of the massage, would you like that?”

Susanna, who was already blissfully relaxed, nodded again. Freja moved her hands over Susanna’s body with graceful rhythm, as if they were dancing. She moved back and forth, as if coaxing her body to give up the private secrets of all of its tightness and tension. With deftness, Freja stroked up and down Susanna’s body, relieved the pressure in all the right places, and in an instant Susanna was lost in waves of exquisite pleasure that seemed to wash over her, one after another.

It was a sensual experience that Susanna had never experienced before, and it left her feeling empowered and totally alive. Her skin tingled and her body and mind both felt as if they had become completely unburdened from any and all worries in the world.

Suddenly, Freja moved to Susanna’s neck and shoulders and began to massage them in earnest. She moved her fingers in small circular motions, dig her knuckles into the nape of her neck, and lightly pulled on Susanna’s hair. Susanna could feel the heat begin to build inside her body as Freja’s hands traveled up and down and all around her, teasing her skin and releasing her from all her tensions.

At this point, Susanna was completely entranced by the massage and completely unaware of her surroundings. Suddenly, Freja changed the pace of the massage, and Susanna felt Freja’s hands go deeper and firmer, as if they were mapping out every curve and crevice of her body. She seemed to understand exactly what Susanna needed and delivered her massage with total precision. Susanna found herself letting out small moans of pleasure as Freja continued to massage her.

After what felt like an eternity, Freja stepped away and announced that the massage was finished. Susanna opened her eyes and realized that it had been a full hour since the beginning of the massage. She couldn’t believe how relaxed and happy she felt.

Susanna thanked Freja profusely and went on her way, feeling totally invigorated from her experience. She was more than happy to have finally found a massage parlour in Diddington that she felt totally comfortable and relaxed in. From now on, she would always visit this massage parlour every morning, without fail.

The end.