Massage Parlours St Anne’s BS4

Massage Parlours: St. Anne’s BS4

I never thought I’d have the nerve to try a massage parlour, but there I was, walking up the steps to the entrance of one in St. Anne’s BS4. Despite the discrete location, I had hesitated when I had finally mustered up the courage to book an appointment. I mean, all I’d ever heard about massage parlours was the location being a hotspot for prostitution, drugs and other dodgy activities. But there I was about to find out whether it was actually true.

The parlour had a rather nondescript brown façade and I was almost disappointed until the door opened and the warmth and subtle scent of incense greeted me. It was rather cosy and dimly lit, and the set-up inside was really inviting. There were several chairs surrounding the reception desk, where a middle aged woman, who to me looked quite official, greeted me with a pleasant smile. She was really professional, and I couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease.

The woman asked me a few polite questions as to my bookings, and then asked me to fill out a form with some more detailed information. I soon found out that the place was a Boutique massage and spa parlour and that it was highly praised in the area for the excellent services it provided. I couldn’t help but be intrigued and a little excited. As I was about to reach for the pen, I noticed there were a few explicit questions about “sensual” massages that I had to answer in order to proceed.

Not wanting to feel awkward, I reluctantly answered them and before I knew it, the woman was handing me a key with a room number on it. I was told to go there and get ready for my massage. I almost felt like I was breaking the law as I climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor, but my curiosity was getting the best of me.

My key opened the door to a lavish room adorned with ornate furniture, lush rugs, and scented candles. I was instantly hit with a feeling of indulgence and luxury. After I changed into the gown and slippers provided, I lay down on the massage table and waited.

It seemed like an eternity before the masseuse made her appearance. She was just as professional looking as the receptionist, with a perfectly coiffed bun, glasses and sharp clothing. I felt comfortable, almost relaxed, and eagerly awaited whatever she had in store.

The massage began with her kneading away the tensions in my back and shoulders, an action I found to be both pleasurable and therapeutic. But it wasn’t long before the massage took a different direction. With her hands, she slowly begun to rub my inner thighs, making her way up to my cleft and exploring the sensitive areas of my body.

At that point, I gasped in pleasure as I felt wave after wave of pleasure flooding my body. She was extremely skilled, and as if reading my mind, her touches become more and more demanding, intensely pushing the boundaries of pleasure. Before long I was on the brink of orgasm and eagerly urged her to finish me off.

And she did. Soon I was rewarded with an intense, body-shaking orgasm that left me breathless. I lay there afterwards in a state of euphoria and bliss, unable to move. The satisfied smile on my face spoke volumes as I thanked her and made my way back downstairs.

As I stepped out of the massage parlour, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had experienced something completely different, something unexpectedly luxurious and sensual. I felt liberated from the judgements of others, liberated from the stresses of everyday life. The massage had unleashed something in me that I had never felt before.

I know that I will never forget the pleasure I felt that day, and it will be something I will definitely return to whenever I feel the need to escape from the stresses of life. Massage parlours like St. Anne’s BS4 offer a wonderful service, and I urge anyone who wants to indulge in something a little different in life to give them a try.