Massage Parlours Moorwood Moor DE55

Massage Parlours Moorwood Moor DE55

As a young couple in the early twenties, my boyfriend and I had dreamed of visiting a massage parlour. We had heard so many wonderful stories from our friends, so when we finally heard of a massage parlour in Moorwood Moor, DE55 we decided to try it out.

I remember the first time we stepped foot into the massage parlour, and it was like entering a palace. Everywhere we looked there were beautiful rooms and luxurious furniture, and all around us there were masseuses, providing a variety of massage styles, be it foot massage, body massage, or even Swedish massage.

We managed to grab a private room and the masseuse we were allotted to was the most beautiful of them all. She was dressed in a exotic, pink and red flowing dress, with her long black hair and smooth skin. We discussed the ideas we had wanted to try out, creating an intimate and beautiful atmosphere.

We began our massage with her kneading the tight knots of my back, before moving onto my buttocks, then onto my stomach and my legs. With each massage, she became more and more sensual, tracing her fingers around my body in a circular motion, before finally settling down on my chest area, her slender fingertips massaging my chest in an ever more passionate manner.

As we grew ever more aroused, we realized that this massage was becoming more than just an ordinary massage. What had started out as a relaxing massage had turned into an intimate moment between us. We felt so comfortable that we did not want it to end and simply enjoyed the moment. Our massage therapist, sensing our arousal, slyly began to focus her massage slightly lower, massaging around my genital area and my inner thighs. This made me almost tremble with excitement, as I knew that we were taking it to the next logical level in the right direction.

By now we had even forgotten that there were masseuses watching us through the wall and instead, found ourselves in the throes of an incomparable passion, our tongues united in a passionate kiss. The massage therapist would occasionally interrupt us when she felt us losing control, and it was in these moments that we regained our composure, providing us with the opportunity to experience a more sensual massage over and over again. Once we had finished our massage, we thanked our massage therapist, already looking forward to our next visit