Massage Parlours Little Paxton PE19

It had been many months since the little town of Little Paxton, PE19 had been left behind by the majority of its inhabitants. It was a small, sleepy, rural village tucked away in the corner of Oxfordshire, with a population of only 200 or so. Aside from a few retired folks and a couple of small businesses, the village was virtually empty.

Yet, despite its remoteness and lack of inhabitants, there was one establishment that managed to survive the exodus: The Little Paxton Massage Parlour. It was the only place in town to find a proper massage and it remained the one bright spot of life in the otherwise deserted village.

The Little Paxton Massage Parlour was run by an elegant and sophisticated woman called Abigail. She was in her mid-forties, tall and slim with an auburn bob and a perfectly tailored suit. Her hard-working and conscientious attitude, as well as her friendly manner and warm personality, meant that customers often recommended her services to others.

The Little Paxton Massage Parlour provided all sorts of treatments, from deep tissue and sport massage all the way to Swedish massage and aromatherapy. Abigail was well aware that many of the residents of Little Paxton were struggling financially and therefore she kept her prices as low as possible, offering discounts for those who were really in need.

Molly had been living in Little Paxton for the last couple of years and she had heard good things about the massage parlour from some of the locals. She was hesitant to go there, however, given her limited budget. But when she finally plucked up the courage to enter, she was pleasantly surprised. Not only was it cheaper than she had expected but the massage Abigail gave her was incredibly relaxing.

From that day on, Molly became a regular at the Little Paxton Massage Parlour. Each time she went, she felt like a new person, experiencing a deeper level of relaxation and wellbeing as Abigail kneaded her tired and aching muscles.

One day, Abigail invited Molly to stay a little longer after her session. As they talked, Abigail revealed that she had trained in some other therapies that weren’t offered by the Massage Parlour. When Molly asked her what they were, Abigail blushed and admitted that one of them was a unique, sensual massage.

Molly had never heard of such a service before and was curious, so she was keen to try it. Abigail instructed her to lay down on the massage table and told her to close her eyes and take some deep breaths, allowing herself to relax completely. Soon, Abigail was running her hands all over Molly’s body, from her fingertips to her toes, in slow, gentle circles. She was amazed at the incredible sensation it was giving her.

Abigail then proceeded to give Molly a massage that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Focusing on her most sensitive and erogenous areas, she used various techniques such as featherlight touches, aromatherapy oils and massage candles to awaken her senses and increase her pleasure.

The massage went on for what felt like hours, as Molly drifted away in a peaceful, dream-like state of bliss. She had never felt so relaxed, so content and so aroused at the same time. By the time Abigail was finished, Molly’s entire body was quivering with delight.

Molly’s visits to the Little Paxton Massage Parlour soon became a regular part of her weekly routine. She felt so relaxed and revitalised after each session, and it was a wonderful escape from her hectic and stressful life.

But even more than the physical pleasure, Molly treasured the psychological effects of the treatment. She felt closer to herself than ever before, completely in-tune with her own body, and liberated from inhibitions.

The Little Paxton Massage Parlour had become so much more than just a place for relaxation for Molly. It had become a sanctuary, a place where she could truly be herself.

The end.