Massage Parlours Newsbank CW12

Massage Parlours Newsbank CW12

It was a steamy summer night in the neighborhood of Cayenne Park, a suburb of a rather mundane city known as Newsbank CW12. The air was humid, sticking to people’s skin like a thick blanket as they made their way through the alley. All around there was the sound of feet shuffling but one man in particular, walking slowly and silently shadows of the night.

In his pocket he clutched a crumpled piece of paper, an address that he had been given from a friend. It read “Massage Parlours, CW12”. He had no idea what would await him on the other side of the door, but he had heard stories of what went on in these establishments and he was intrigued.

As he arrived at the door, he was greeted by a lady who was dressed in a red and gold silk kimono. She had her hair tied up into a bun, revealing a beautiful neck and face that seemed to be aglow with the gentle light of the candle that she held in her left hand.

Without saying a word, she stepped aside and motioned for him to enter. He walked into the dimly lit room, which contained a bar and a few tables scattered around the back. In the center there was a large cushion, and upon it sat a woman who was dressed in a black kimono.

The man’s heart raced as he realized this must be the massage parlour. He looked over to the woman, who gave him a teasing smile as she beckoned him over. He nervously approached her and sat on the cushion, feeling incredibly out of place but unable to look away.

She began to work her massage technique on his back and shoulders, with a slow and gentle rubbing that progressed to harder and slower strokes. He felt his muscles relax and his breathing deepen as he let himself succumb to the sensation.

As she worked her way down his body, she moved her hands lower and lower until she finally cupped his arousal in her hands. He gasped and blushed, but his body was still locked in the moment. She gently stroked him as she continued to massage him, and soon his arousal was at its peak. With one final stroke, he released his pleasure as a wave of pleasure washed over him.

He lay there for a few moments after, feeling an incredible sense of bliss and pleasure. He thanked the woman for her service before making his way back out into the night, feeling more alive than ever.

As he walked back home, he recalled the feeling of blissful sensuality that he had experienced at the massage parlour and knew that he would be back soon. Massage parlours may not be for everyone, but for this man, it was certainly something new and exciting that was worth exploring further!