Massage Parlours Emberton MK46

The night began as all nights do, with a gentle quiet that besotted itself across the city. Each day that passed brought with it a closer familiarity with the city and its inhabitants, and tonight was no exception. I had been to Emberton, a small city off the coast of England, many times before. But tonight was special, because it was my first visit to one of the city’s most notorious massage parlors.

The street outside was bathed in a soft ambiance that almost made me forget where I was. Soft lighting and dark shadows lurked in the shadows of the alley, keeping each passerby’s secrets hidden and safe. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the scent of sex and adventure to fill my lungs. When I opened my eyes, the real world came into focus and my heart beat with excitement.

When I entered the massage parlor, I was welcomed immediately. The spa was surprisingly clean and well kept, and the staff was polite and accommodating. After checking in, I was led to a spacious, dimly lit room with a massage table in the center. I laid on the table while the massage therapist began her magic.

I pressed my face into the leather table as the strong but gentle hands of my masseuse glided across my aching and tense muscles. Drops of scented oil were massaged into my skin and I was lulled into a state of utter contentment. As she expertly worked the knots in my back, I allowed my mind to wander.

I thought of how lucky I was to be here in this moment and what pleasures awaited me in the backroom. I imagined a woman with dark hair and eyes of desire as she seductively invited me in. I pictured myself exploring her body with my hands and mouth, as I felt her quiver beneath my touch. I could already feel the waves of pleasure that came with anticipation, mounting as I moved closer to the backroom.

With my eyes still closed, I felt her excellent hands reach under the waistband of my pants and remove them. To my shock and arousal, I realized the masseuse had stepped out of the room and I was left with only the sound of faint music playing in the background. I heard the door behind me open and felt a rush of anticipation as I lay naked on the massage table.

A woman stepped into the room, her face hidden in shadows. She stood in the doorway, an emanation of blackness, wearing a corset trimmed in lace and a mask. I felt my heart flutter in excitement as I realized I was alone with Mistress Angel.

I could see her eyes flash in the darkness as she strode dramatically towards me. I could feel her heat as she stood before me, her power and presence almost overwhelming. She took my hands in hers and drew me against her, her embrace strong but tender.

“Welcome, my pet,” she purred, her breath a sweet scent on my face.

Her eyes were like a siren’s song, leading me deeper into the depths of pleasure. As she slowly undressed, I could feel the hunger in her touch. Her hot skin pressed against my own and I melted into her every movement, surrendering myself to her demand.

Forbidden fantasies were woven into every second as she explored my body, each caress and kiss pushing me to new heights of pleasure. As each layer of clothing was removed, my body yearned for more. Our skin moved against each other and I felt my desire for her growing inside me.

When Mistress Angel finally bared my skin for her, I felt a new level of pleasure consuming me. With her hands and lips she explored every inch of me, pushing me to the brink and urging me over it. Waves of pleasure coursed through me until I was left trembling and weak in her arms.

At the end of my massage, I felt like I was lost in a dream. The night had been an intoxicating blend of sensations, both physical and emotional, and I had been transported to a world where pleasure and pain existed in perfect balance. Emberton’s massage parlours certainly live up to their reputation and I left that night with a desire to return again.