Massage Parlours Mantles Green HP7
The smell of incense wafted through the air as I opened the door of the massage parlour. The interior of the parlour was dark and sensuous, with romantic music softly playing in the background. I stepped inside, quickly getting lost in the comforting atmosphere of the parlour.
At the counter, a beautiful woman with long, dark hair and smooth bronze skin greeted me with a warm smile. She asked me what kind of massage I was looking for as I nervously stepped up to the counter. I told her that I had come to experience a sensual massage, something that was out of the ordinary. Her eyes twinkled with delight as she nodded and welcomed me to the parlour.
She handed me a key and instructed me to follow her down a long hallway. At the end of the hall, we reached a doorway that opened into a spacious room. The room was decorated with soft, luxurious fabrics in a variety of earthy tones. Candles lit the room, creating a gentle, inviting ambience. In the centre of the room was a massage table, draped with a sumptuous white cloth.
I removed my clothes and lay down on the massage table, feeling the warmth of the cloth through my skin. The woman moved gracefully around the room, filling the air with calming scents as she poured scented oils into her palms and began to massage them into my body. Her hands felt like feathery light as they gently moved over my skin.
The massage was a sensuous delight, as every stroke of her hands and fingertips seemed to slide over my body in perfect harmony. As the massage progressed, so too did my arousal. I felt my body become aroused with every desire tempting me further into pleasure.
The woman’s experienced hands moved over my body with a lightness of touch, her fingers working the knots and tension out of my body. I felt my breathing become deeper and more relaxed, and my mind quietened as waves of relaxation washed over my body.
Soon I felt my body becoming aroused. The sensations of pleasure mounting, becoming deeper and more intense as she massaged the parts of my body that were the most sensitive. I felt my breath catching in my throat and my heart racing as the pleasure heightened.
The woman worked her magic, letting my body relax and enjoy the sensations of pleasure she was creating. She proceeded to move down my body, exploring my erogenous zones until every fibre of my being was alive with pleasure. When it seemed that the pleasure could no longer be contained, I felt my body shuddering with pleasure as waves of intense pleasure filled me.
The woman moved away and collected some towels, then cleaned me off before helping me to put my clothes back on. I thanked her and asked what kind of massage it was that she had performed on me. She turned back to me and said with a smile, “It is the massage of love and pleasure.”
From that moment forward, I was hooked on visiting the massage parlour and having different variations of the massage. Every time I returned to Mantles Green HP7, I was sure to make a stop at the massage parlour for an experience of pleasure and relaxation, something that I looked forward to with great excitement.