Massage Parlours Stoke Hammond MK17

Massage Parlour Stoke Hammond MK17

It was a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon in Stoke Hammond, MK17 when I set off for an indulgent afternoon at the local massage parlour. I was drawn to this particular establishment as I had heard intimate stories from a few friends that this was the best place to get a massage without breaking the bank. I’d never been to one of these places before, so I was a little apprehensive as I entered through the door into the chirpy reception area.

The receptionist happily welcomed me to the massage parlour and introduced me to the massage therapist that would be looking after me for the afternoon. Even though I had never been to one of these places before, I was still a little nervous as I climbed up the stairs to the massage room. I quickly noticed the lavish decor around the room, with an inviting massage table in the middle.

As I lay down on the massage table, my nervousness soon turned to complete relaxation as the massage therapist proceeded to knead my aching muscles. His strong and gentle hands worked their way up my back and shoulders, making any knots and tightness dissipate. The aromas of his massage oil and the relaxing music playing in the background felt strangely therapeutic and warm. I lost all track of time as I felt every part of my body respond to his skilled touch.

After the session had come to an end, the massage therapist left the room and I lay there quietly enjoying the tender after-effects of the massage. I quickly remembered why I had come to this massage parlour in the first place, and asked the receptionist if they did anything else. She smiled, and replied with an offer I had not expected: they offered a wide range of other erotic services beyond the massage.

I hesitatingly accepted the offer, and was soon ushered into a second, much darker, exotic room. As I entered, my mind immediately began to wander and I tried to take in every detail. In the dim light, I could make out lush red silken curtains, and some unique looking furniture. There was also a bed in the corner of the room, freshly made up and covered in fine sheets, inviting me to relax and explore.

The massage therapist emerged from the shadows and invited me to choose from the many different services on offer. After some thought, I settled on one of their signature services, the Lingam Massage. I was then asked to lie down on the bed, and he began to massage my inner thighs, gently caressing my whole body and sending shivers of pleasure coursing through every inch of me.

His strong and experienced hands gradually moved towards my more intimate areas as he began to massage my Lingam. He skillfully moved around each muscle, and his techniques were