Massage Parlours Hell Corner RG17

It had been an exhausting day at work, and Roger had been feeling the need for some relaxation for some time now. On his way home, he decided to take a detour and found himself in a seedy looking area of town. He had heard rumors of a place called Massage Parlours Hell Corner, where an illicit massage parlour resided.

Roger had heard through word of mouth that they provided some of the most sensual and erotic massage experiences around, and he was intrigued. He stepped out of his car and made his way to the entrance, his heart pounding.

Roger placed his money on the counter and asked for one of the massage rooms, to which the receptionist tried to lure him out further services at a higher cost. Roger declined at first but agreed to take a look around.

At first glance, the massage parlour seemed more like a sophisticated brothel than a massage place. He observed some of the other customers, some entranced by the atmosphere, while others were clearly uncomfortable and looked to be waiting to be kicked out at any moment. Roger felt a little out of place, but charmed at the same time.

He was soon led up a dimly lit stairway, adorned with a red carpet, to one of the massage rooms. Inside, a red velvet couch was situated next to a large, black bed. As he entered, the smell of incense filled his nostrils.

The masseuse came in soon after, and Roger found himself lost in the intimate atmosphere. She began by caressing his back with her delicate hands and guiding him into a more relaxed state of mind. Her expert touch sent electric sparks down his body, igniting a desire he hadn’t felt for some time.

Roger felt utterly transfixed by this woman’s touch as she made her way down his body, until finally arriving at his groin. The sensations that swept through his body were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he allowed himself to sink into complete bliss.

It was as if he had been transported to another world. Every gentle caress melted away all his worries, his tensions and his exhaustion. The experience slowly increased in intensity, until he eventually found himself spiraling in pleasure. When she finally stopped, he felt both relieved and dissatisfied at the same time.

Roger thanked his masseuse and stumbled out of the room, the effects of the massage still radiating within. As he made his way back to his car he felt lighter and calmer than he had in ages.

On his way home he reflected on his experience and found himself wishing for more. He knew he would be back to Massage Parlours Hell Corner soon. He just hoped that he was ready for all that the massage parlour had to offer.