It was one of those days that made you truly appreciate the rare beauty of nature. The sun was out, the sky was a crystal blue and the gentle hum of birdsong filled the air. It was a blissful day in the small village of Marsh Benham, situated in the rural county of Wiltshire, England.
The village was made up of little cottages, a sleepy country pub, and a small shopping street. But one particular building had become the talk of the town recently. A massage parlour. Now historically, there was no real place in the area for people to get a relaxing massage. Sure, there were plenty of locals happy to offer a tough, working-man’s back rub, but a legitimate parlour had not been seen in these parts for a very long time.
That was until one sunny day when a large sign proclaiming ‘Massage Parlour’ blew in on the wind and hung from a post outside the building. This strange development had caused quite a buzz amongst the locals and made them quite curious as to what went on inside.
On this particular day, a young woman by the name of Rachel had decided to pay a visit to the parlour and see what all the fuss was about. Whilst she was initially quite nervous, Rachel’s curiosity outweighed her fear and she made her way inside.
The interior of the parlour was quite plush and well-presented. She was warmly greeted by a polite and helpful receptionist who talked her through the services available. Rachel went for the Swedish massage, which was described as ‘a blissful journey through relaxation, indulgence and pleasure’.
Rachel lay down on the massage table and allowed the masseuse to work her magic. Her body melted into the oil-infused cloth and it felt like she was being taken away to another place. It was heavenly. The masseuse was clearly very skilled, skilfully manipulating Rachel’s muscles and gently massaging away any tension.
It became clear that Rachel had stumbled across some kind of private heaven. It seemed that the massage parlour had another side to it, a side which could provide an even more intimate and erotic experience which allowed customers to feel truly special.
Rachel had heard some murmurs from local people about ‘special touches’ which could be added to the massage to make it even more indulgent, but she had no idea what these were until the masseuse began to use the soft flogger on her body.
The sensation was one Rachel had never felt before and her mind was blown with delight. This was something that she would definitely be returning for.
The hour was soon up and Rachel was aghast that the session was over so quickly. She thanked the masseuse and promised to be back soon.
It wasn’t long before Rachel was a regular visitor to the parlour and each time she left feeling totally refreshed and relaxed. She had explored the ‘special touches’ and was more than happy with the results.
It appears that the massage parlour was a hidden treasure in Marsh Benham, unbeknown to most of the locals. It seemed to have existed for many years, catering to a secret clientele and rumour had it that some of these clients were from far away lands. However, Rachel didn’t want to know the specifics; she just wanted to enjoy the exquisite pleasure that had blessed her life.
The massage parlour had been a rare find, not just for Rachel, but for the people of Marsh Benham as a whole. Now more than ever, their small village had something to truly offer and the locals were in awe of the beautiful place that had opened its doors.
Rachel could not get enough of the massage parlour, it had become like a second home to her. Life was certainly more enjoyable now that this tranquil place existed.