The sign outside the massage parlour read “Easton’s Finest Massage Parlour.” And it truly was. The parlour was clean and well-lit, with plush carpets and comfortable chairs. The masseuses were all beautifully dressed in lingerie and stockings, and they knew how to give a sensual massage.
I had heard about the massage parlour from a friend, and I was curious to see what it was like. I had never been to a massage parlour before, and I was not sure what to expect.
I chose a masseuse and followed her into a private room. She instructed me to undress and lie down on the massage table. She began the massage with gentle strokes of her hands, and then she began to use her body to massage me. Her hands were soft and her touch was electrifying.
As she massaged my back, she told me about the other services that the massage parlour offered. She told me about the happy endings, and I felt my cheeks flush with excitement.
When she was finished massaging me, she flipped me over and began massaging my front. Her hands were magical, and I could feel my body responding to her touch. She massaged my chest and stomach, and then she moved down between my legs.
I gasped as her hands brushed against my most sensitive areas. She massaged me there for what seemed like an eternity, and I could feel my body shuddering with pleasure. Finally, she brought me to the edge of explosive bliss, and then let me fall over the edge into ecstasy.
I lay there afterward, trembling with pleasure, and I knew that I would be back. The massage parlour had awakened something in me, and I knew that I would never be able to forget the experience.