The Tale of Arousal at the Massage Parlour in Stitchens Green
Arthur was nervous as he drove down the familiar winding roads that lead to the small town of Stitchens Green. He had been going there for some time now, but never before had he come with such an illicit purpose. As he drove, he could feel his heart pounding in anticipation, his stomach churning with excitement and a tingle that seemed to start in his toes and travel its way up his spine. He had been to massage parlours before, but this was different. This one had an added allure that seemed to fill him with a thrilling combination of fear and arousal.
Arthur pulled up outside the massage parlour and cautiously stepped out of the car. He looked up at the brightly lit sign above the entrance, its vivid red letters jarring with the otherwise sleepy countryside. He paused for a moment, steeling himself for what he was about to do before he pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside.
The interior of the massage parlour was rather plain and unassuming, but Arthur could feel the electricity in the air. He could sense the anticipation and excitement of the other patrons as they lounged in the waiting area, their eyes flickering to him as he made his way to the reception desk.
The receptionist greeted him warmly, her heavily lined eyes appraising him as she asked him what services he was interested in. Arthur had heard tales of the services that some of the massage parlours in Stitchens Green offered, but he had been too apprehensive to explore them. This time though, he was determined to step out of his comfort zone and try something new.
He stammered out his request for a full body massage. The receptionist nodded and gave him a key, along with the instructions of where to find the massage room. As he made his way there, he could feel his nerves fraying. The thought of what was in store for him filled him with a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.
Arthur arrived at the door to the massage room, took a deep breath and inserted the key. He stepped inside and was immediately met with the delicious aroma of burning incense and a plethora of scented candles. The room was dimly lit and inviting, but still a little intimidating, with a large massage bed dominating the floor.
He stepped up to the bed and nervously undressed, trying not to tremble as he did so. He was aware that there was someone in the room but he couldn’t see who it was. Then he heard a voice, a beautiful voice, one that seemed to cast a spell on him. It spoke to him, telling him to relax, that he was safe and that she was there to help him.
Arthur settled onto the bed, closing his eyes as her hands ran over his body. She massaged his neck, shoulders, back and arms with long, slow strokes, taking her time to explore the contours of his body and elicit an enthusiastic moan from him.
Arthur could feel himself getting aroused as she continued to massage him, exploring every inch of his body, teasing him as she moved closer and closer to his most intimate areas. He could feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge and he begged her to stop, knowing that if she carried on any longer he would succumb to the pleasure.
But instead of stopping, she pulled back and told him to turn over. He complied, and she proceeded to massage his chest and abdomen. He was almost frantic with pleasure now and he let out a loud moan of delight as she moved closer and closer to his groin.
When she finally reached his most sensitive area, he felt a wave of pleasure ripple through him. She took her time, exploring every inch of him before finally taking his manhood in her hand and stroking him to a powerful orgasm.
Arthur lay there, breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath as the pleasure slowly subsided until all that was left was blissful satisfaction. Finally, the massage was over and he reluctantly got off the bed, feeling a little lightheaded.
The masseuse saw Arthur to the door. She gave him a knowing smile and told him that he was welcome back any time. As Arthur stepped back out into the night air, he felt strangely energised, as if he had just been through something truly special. He drove home, still feeling the thrill of that moment, and promised himself that he wouldn’t wait too long before returning.