Massage Parlours Weald PE19:
The late night massage parlour on Weald Street had been a mystery to many of the locals for years. Most people just assumed it was some kind of prostitution front or some form of illegal activity. Little did anyone know that it was actually a top class massage parlour, offering some of the best massage services in the city.
It was a small shopfront located in an old historic building in Weald. The small window of the shop was covered in a deep, red velvet curtain and a metal grate barred the door. An old grandmother was the doorman for this very discreet massage parlour and she always kept her eye on whoever entered the establishment.
Inside, the parlour was filled with beautiful and exotic massage therapists from all over the world. Some were from China, some from Thailand, some from even further away. They all spoke Chinese, Thai, and various other languages, but all of them had a good handle of English in order to give the customers the best service.
The first time I stepped foot in the parlour, I was immediately mesmerized by the scents and sounds filling the room. The heat was soothing, incense was burning, and calming music was playing. The atmosphere in the parlour was absolutely magical.
I chose one of the massage therapists to work on me and she named her price. That evening, I had a top-of-the-line massage that left me feeling simultaneously relaxed and energized.
As weeks passed by, I kept visiting the massage parlour and I got to know the masseuses better. They were incredibly sweet and friendly and some of them even became close friends. I felt like I had finally found a safe haven away from the stress of my everyday life.
One of the therapists, a gorgeous Thai girl named May, caught my eye from the very beginning. I could feel a strong connection between us from the start, but we never acted upon it. In the months that came, I started thinking about her more and more, and I eventually asked her out on a date. We had a lovely dinner and went back to my place afterwards.
That night, I experienced an amazing evening with May as we explored each other’s bodies. I felt so connected to her and it was like time had stopped. We slowly undressed each other and indulged in one of the most passionate nights of my life.
The following morning, I realized that the massage parlour had become like a second home to me. I couldn’t bear the thought of not being close to May, so I took a job as a receptionist in the parlour and became part of the team.
In the months that followed, I fell madly in love with May. I also got to know the other massage therapists in the parlour and learned all the secrets of their trade. We all bonded over our passion for massage therapy and became more and more like family.
I eventually proposed to May, and she said yes. We decided to celebrate our engagement with the entire team at the massage parlour and we had an amazing banquet. We all exchanged warm words and plenty of hugs and kisses that night.
Welder Street is now a special place for me. Whenever I pass by the old massage parlour, I remember the wonderful times I shared with May and the other massage therapists. The experience will always remain with me, like a beautiful memory that I will treasure forever.