There was something about the seedy massage parlours that always caught my attention. Maybe it was the way they were always advertised in the darkest corners of the city, or maybe it was the way my friends would always talk about them in hushed tones. Either way, I was always intrigued.
One day, I decided to take the plunge and see what all the fuss was about. I walked into one of the parlours and was immediately hit with the smell of incense and cheap perfume. A woman wearing barely anything greeted me and led me to a room.
She told me to take my clothes off and lie down on the table. I did as I was instructed and she began massaging my back. It felt pretty good, but then things took a turn.
The woman began touching me in places that were definitely not appropriate for a massage. I tried to protest, but before I could say anything, she was already performing oral sex on me.
I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. I was turned on, but I was also terrified. I tried to push her away, but she was relentless. She continued until I reached my climax.
As I lay there afterward, I couldn’t help but feel dirty and used. I knew I had just taken part in something illegal, and I was sure I would get in trouble if I was caught. But I also couldn’t deny that it was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life.
I walked out of that massage parlour feeling like I had just taken a walk on the wild side. I knew I would never forget what happened, and I knew I would be back for more.