Massage Parlours Downs Barn MK14
It was a scorching hot summer afternoon in Downs Barn MK14. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the air was alive with the possibility of a great day.
I had just finished another mundane job that seemed to stretch on indefinitely and was in need of some respite. As I drove home, I was reminded of my absent massage therapist who had recently moved to pastures new, due to personal issues. I had been a regular at her parlour for many years, and I was therefore feeling a distinct void in my life.
As fate would have it, I had only just passed a sign that read ‘Massage Parlours – Downs Barn – MK14’, and while I had it in my mind, I thought I would take a detour and check it out. I had always heard of massage parlours, but I had never before paid one a visit.
When I arrived at the address, I was greeted by the sight of a neat, clean, and well-maintained reception area. A pleasant-looking receptionist greeted me with a warm, welcoming smile, and after just a few moments, I was handed a brochure detailing the many services they provided.
I quickly realized that this was an experience I had been missing out on, and I wasted no time in making an appointment for a massage. As I waited in a comfortable armchair, I examined my surroundings and took care in admiring the various artwork on the walls.
As I was admiring some of the artwork, I felt a hand on my back, and I turned to see a stunningly attractive woman. She introduced herself as Anca, and she informed me that she would be providing me with her professional services.
Though I had never before been a massage parlour, I must admit that I was intrigued. It was obvious that Anca was familiar with the area, since she was well dressed and pleasant to speak to.
We entered a well-appointed massage room, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. However, as Anca got to work kneading and running her hands all over my body, I quickly realized what I had been missing out on.
Anca’s expert technique was unbelievably relaxing, and before I knew it, I was completely at ease.
As Anca increased the pressure of her hands, I felt my muscles release their tension, and I felt a euphoria begin to wash over me. I fantasised about Anca being more than just my masseuse and imagined her caressing me.
Little did I know that my fantasies would soon become reality.
Anca’s hands moved slowly and deliberately along my body, and I felt my desire for her grow with each stroke. I was aware that this wasn’t a typical massage but sensed that Anca was enjoying it just as much as I was.
Suddenly, her hands moved around to cup my bottom, and my already-heightened arousal soared off the charts. Before I knew it, Anca had deftly flipped me over and straddled me on the massage couch, pinning down my hands to the sides as her delicate fingers worked their magic.
My breathing quickened as Anca kissed me passionately and expertly explored my body. I was lost in rapture as her hands massaged my inner thighs and moved towards my manhood.
I could feel the heat of her hands as they encircled my shaft and moved up and down, each stroke filling me with waves of pleasure. I was completely in her power and having the time of my life.
Anca’s relentless attention paid off, and I soon released a powerful orgasm that left me utterly drained and content. We lay there entwined for some time after, both willing the moment to last forever.
The following days were blissful, and I quickly realized I should never have been so hesitant to visit a massage parlour. Thanks to Anca, I’d found an experience that was both incredibly pleasurable and incredibly intimate. If it weren’t for my chance encounter with a little sign, Who knows how much longer I would have gone without this little slice of heaven?