Corrupt Me

The Corrupting of Me

I had always been the good girl. By all accounts, I was the perfect daughter, the perfect student, and the perfect employee. That all changed the day I walked into Corrupt Me.

Corrupt Me was a massage parlor located in the heart of the city. On the surface, it appeared to be an ordinary massage parlor, but beneath the façade of tranquility, many secrets lay hidden. I had heard stories of what went on inside the walls of Corrupt Me: tales of depravity, desire, and forbidden pleasure. I had never been inside, but I knew I had to experience it.

I entered Corrupt Me, the doorbell echoing through the empty halls. Once I had paid my fee, I was shown to the massage room. It was a small room, with a massage table in the center, and a few candles for mood lighting. I laid down on the massage table and waited for the masseuse to enter.

When she finally walked in, I was struck by her beauty. She was dressed in a skimpy black dress that showed off her curves and hugged her body in all the right places. She walked over to the massage table and began to knead my back, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She worked her hands up my body, her fingers grazing my skin and exploring my body in ways I had never experienced before.

The massage continued, and I felt my body becoming more and more aroused. The masseuse moved her hands lower and lower, until she was gently exploring between my legs. My body began to tremble with anticipation and desire as she touched me in all the right places. I wanted more, but I was too embarrassed to ask.

The masseuse sensed my hesitation and took matters into her own hands. She began to kiss my neck, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. She moved her hands lower, pushing aside the clothing to expose my body. I felt my skin heat up as her hands moved lower and lower.

Her fingers explored my body as her lips made their way to my breasts. She teased and caressed my nipples, and I gasped with pleasure. I felt my desire for her growing with each touch, and I could no longer resist. I begged her to take me, and she complied.

She moved her body down the massage table and positioned herself between my legs. Her tongue explored my most intimate parts, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I craved for her touch, her lips, her hands, her body against mine. She satisfied me in ways I had never felt before and I felt myself completely surrendering to her touch.

We moved to the bed and she began to take me in ways I had only dreamed of. She touched me, teased me, and took me over and over again. I felt my body trembling with pleasure as she kissed me, caressed me, and explored my body in all its glory. I felt like I was in the middle of a passionate storm, and I loved every second of it.

Once we were both exhausted, we lay next to each other, panting and catching our breath. I felt a calmness come over me, and I realized that I was no longer the same person I was before. I had been corrupted by my experience, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I had been corrupted, and I was no longer the same. I was a changed, confident woman with a newfound appreciation for pleasure. I could never go back to my previous self, for I had been taken over by the corrupting power of pleasure.