Massage Parlours Knowl Hill RG10

It was just another typical day in the massage parlour in Knowl Hill, a sleepy village nestled in the heart of Berkshire. The sun shone through the large glass windows, casting its rays of warmth, seemingly in an effort to welcome all that passed through the doors. The anticipation of the upcoming experience was palatable.

I had decided to treat myself to an hour of absolute relaxation, a chance to recharge my batteries, so to speak. I had read glowing reviews of the masseuses and the service they provided, so I was looking forward to seeing what all the fuss was about.

I entered the parlour and was immediately greeted by a friendly receptionist. She offered me a seat and gave me some paperwork to fill in before I went through to the treatment room. When everything was complete, I was ushered through to one of the private rooms.

As soon as I stepped into the room, I was enveloped in a soothing and calming atmosphere. The muted colours and dimmed lighting created an atmosphere of tranquility. In the centre of the room was a massage table, covered in crisp white sheets, ready for me to recline. To one side of the room there was a waist-height table covered with an array of exotic oils, fragrant candles and soothing music.

My masseuse entered the room and introduced herself. She was a petite Asian woman with an air of confidence and serenity. She briefly discussed the massage and what I should expect, before asking me to remove my clothes so that I could change. I got undressed and lay down on the massage table, ready for the experience to begin.

The next hour flew by, as my masseuse expertly worked all the tension from my body. She started with my back, using a powerful massage move, followed by some more disciplined tonguing and kneading. Then she moved onto my shoulders, using her hands to work away the knots and pain. As she moved down my body, she paid particular attention to my legs, which felt amazing after all the hard work.

Finally, she moved away, but not before giving me a light massage of my arms, chest and abdomen. Then, using her hands she slowly and sensually massaged my intimate areas. As her hands moved in soft circles, I found myself becoming aroused.

When the massage was over, I lay there feeling completely relaxed and invigorated. I thanked my masseuse and made my way back to the reception area. I gathered my things, thanked the receptionist and made my way back to the car.

As I drove home, I felt completely relaxed and content. All the stresses of everyday life had melted away. I vowed to return to the massage parlour in Knowl Hill, in the not too distant future; for another experience of sheer bliss.