Massage Parlours Lenborough MK18

It was a dark and misty night in Lenborough. The kind of night that seemed to blanket the small market town, creating a mysterious and slightly eerie atmosphere throughout. The only thing that seemed to give light to the darkness was the eerie red glow of a “massage parlour” sign, which could be seen for some way off into the darkness.

The sign reached out its beckoning call, shining its light onto the sleepy streets of Lenborough. Having finished dinner, I decided to succumb to my curiosity and take a walk to investigate further. I soon found myself walking through the dark, deserted streets, my pace slowing as the redness of the neon sign lured me closer.

The streets seemed to be quiet, which only made the situation all the more mysterious. Eventually, I reached the entrance to the massage parlour, a non-descript door with a buzzer outside. With my hand trembling, I reached out and pressed the buzzer.

A few moments of silence ensued before a crackly voice greeted me from the intercom. In halting English, the voice asked what services were required. I stammered out my request for a “therapeutic massage”. The voice behind the intercom seemed to hesitate for a moment, before giving me the address of a small apartment building and directions to it.

Feeling slightly nervous, I followed the directions provided and soon arrived at the address given. I cautiously opened the door to the apartment building and stepped inside. Inside, the atmosphere was unmistakably “seedy”. I had to proceed slowly, my eyes darting around, searching the hallway for any sign of life.

Eventually, I reached the door to the massage parlour. A large man wearing a dyed black leather coat stood guard at the entrance. Upon seeing me, he regarded me with a bemused expression and asked me once more what services I required.

I repeated my request for a “therapeutic massage” and the man opened the door to let me in. Inside was a dimly lit interior with a few sparsely furnished chairs and a small desk. Behind the desk sat a young, attractive woman who motioned for me to take a seat.

I nervously sat down and the woman proceeded to explain the services available. She informed me that all services were provided within the massage parlour, and that customers should expect “pleasure with their massage”.

Excited, and slightly intimidated, I agreed to the services and she proceeded to lead me through a small door at the back of her desk. Down a long hallway we went, eventually arriving at a large, candle-lit private room at the end.

The woman gave me a few instructions on how to use the massage tables then left the room, leaving me to undress and prepare for my massage. I nervously removed my clothing and then lay down on the table, my body shivering slightly with anticipation.

Within moments, a handsome, well-built masseur entered the room, dressed only in a skimpy pair of shorts. He began by massaging my feet and legs, his hands expertly working away at my knots and tense muscles. Then, as he reached my upper body he began to caress it, his hands exploring every curve and sensually working their way to my most intimate areas.

I gasped with pleasure as his hands began to explore and massage my inner thighs and my most private areas. He used techniques I had never experienced before, and the pleasure was intense and overwhelming. I soon found myself teetering on the brink of orgasm as he used his hands to massage my G-Spot to perfection.

Soon enough I experienced my first orgasm of the evening and I could barely contain my relief and pleasure. But the masseur had only just started as he slowly and sensually explored my body with his now experienced and skilful hands.

The sensations he brought forth from my body with his touching were divine and I experienced wave after wave of pleasure as he expertly used his hands and various massage techniques to bring me to the edge of orgasm after orgasm.

When he eventually finished and left the room, I lay there, feeling slightly lost and disorientated, yet slightly exhilarated. I had experienced something I had never even thought possible and I knew it would stay with me forever. I quietly made my way back to the massage parlour’s entrance and descended the stairs, my heart and body filled with warmth and pleasure.

So, if you are ever in Lenborough and looking for an evening of pure pleasure, then look no further than the massage parlour on the edge of town. You won’t regret it- I promise.