Sensuous Touches: A Little Blossom Weekend Retreat

By Britten Thorne

Have you ever fantasized about a massage turning into something more?

At The Little Blossom Retreat spa and monastery, a luxurious facility run by a secretive order of monks, all the massages include a little something extra.

Janet has just received a ticket to an all-inclusive weekend retreat at a luxurious spa. At least, it seems like a spa at first glance. But it’s run by an order of monks she’s never heard of before - The Little Blossom. And the reviews are all very vague.

Her retreat begins in a simple salon, but soon evolves into an intense erotic escape. Her inhibitions melt away with each of the monks’ sensual services - but will she be able to let go enough to fulfill her most secret fantasy?

Warning: This 12,000 word short contains explicit language and graphic adult content, including depictions of sexy and steamy massages that may ruin you on traditional spas forever!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britten Thorne
• Release date: Jan 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310090394

Britten Thorne

Britten is a recovering Catholic schoolgirl with a raunchy imagination. Her favorite place to read erotica is on the train – there's nothing like having a dirty little secret in a crowded public place! When she isn't writing, she's caring for more pets than her landlord would find appropriate.

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Sensuous Touches

A Little Blossom Weekend Retreat

Copyright 2013 Britten Thorne

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, places, events, or locales, is purely coincidental.

Warning: contains adult content

I turned the envelope over in my hands. A broken engagement gift? Really? Sometimes, I worried about my sister’s sanity. She had the worst sense of humor of anyone I knew, but even this was a little bit much from her.

Yes, Janet. Because I’m happy and I’m celebrating. She took a big gulp of wine. We sat at the classy little bar of the hotel I was living out of until I found a new apartment. Gaby never did like my ex-fiance Bill very much. She said he had a lying face. It turned out she was right.

When I called and told her that I was breaking off the engagement and moving out, she drove right out to the city to support me. We had a nice long list of apartments to check out the next day. At that moment, though, she wanted all the dirty details over expensive drinks in fancy glasses. A gift was the last thing I was expecting. Well, open it!

I ripped the envelope and pulled out what looked like a gift certificate. I had to hold it up to a candle to read it - One weekend stay at The Little Blossom - including two nights; Level 1 weekend retreat package; 4 meals; access to all Basic amenities.

I’ve never heard of this place. Is it like a spa? The ticket was a pastel purple, with flower designs around the edges. It certainly looked like a spa sort of place. I assumed services were things like mud baths and massages. Maybe there’d even be a pool.

It’s… sort of a spa, yeah.

You didn’t have to do this. But thank you. A spa weekend actually sounded nice, once I thought about it. Are you coming with me?

No, this is a solo sort of place. I shrugged. My sister was sort of uptight, anyway. She didn’t even like pedicures. I was the opposite, I loved being rubbed, and massaged, and touched. I suppose that was one of the many problems, even long before I found my ex-fiance cheating - we hadn’t been intimate in the last four months of our engagement.

And when you get back, you’ll be ready to tackle the dating field again, Gaby said with a wink.

I flashed her a grim smile. I think I’ll need more time than that.

We talked about her job as we finished our drinks - we were both nurses, but she worked in a maternity ward, which was much more exciting than my rehab facility. She brought up the spa weekend again, though, as we stepped outside to hail her a cab.

It’s actually run by an order of monks, just to warn you.

‘Strange, but okay."

Try to keep an open mind when you’re there. Some good friends of mine have gone, and they gave it rave reviews.

I narrowed my eyes at her. I’ve been to spas before. Just what kind of place is this?

She hesitated, then said, Look it up if you must. But promise you’ll go! I think it’ll be good for you. Please?

I laughed. Okay! I kissed her on the cheek before she hopped into the back of a yellow taxi. Call you in the morning!

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I did look it up that night in my cramped little hotel room. I shut off the lights, turned on the news on the tv, and sat on the bed with my laptop. Sure enough, when I typed in Little Blossom Spa reviews, there were plenty to read through, and all gave it very high praises. Of course Gaby would research the heck out a place before giving a gift like this.

Gaby was right, it looked like the facility was run by an order of monks. Their main website didn’t mention any specific religious beliefs,