There’s a new pulse beating in the heart of Dublin, a rhythm that has been the soundtrack to more than a few of our adventures. The city is electric, a vibrant and kinetic place humming with the energy of a young, international crowd. It’s a city in the thrilling midst of becoming, and you can feel that excitement in the air, in the people, in the very stones of its ancient streets.
This isn't the Dublin of old postcards. This is a city shedding its skin. You see it in the fashion on Grafton Street, a bold and experimental mix of styles that speaks of a generation eager to express itself. You taste it in the explosion of new restaurants, where the comforting aroma of a traditional stew now mingles with the spices of Mexico, the umami of Japan, and the fire of Thailand. It’s in the creative energy pouring out of new venues with fascinating concepts, a testament to a youth that is growing and shaping its home in real-time.
It was within this exciting crucible of novelty and creativity that our latest adventure was born. On an afternoon humming with desire, with a shared thirst for life, Him and I decided to indulge in one of our favourite activities: a couples massage.
And in Dublin, there is one place that has become our special sanctuary: It’s Always Sunny Spa. Don't be fooled by the unassuming surroundings of Mary Street; upstairs, a whole new world awaits—a world of freedom, safety, and profound desire.
The Threshold of Desire
It all began on a Saturday afternoon, against the backdrop of Dublin's vibrant energy. I can’t recall the exact reason, but Him and I were in a celebratory mood. We’d had a fantastic week, and finding ourselves in Dublin felt like the perfect excuse to create a new memory, to dive into an experience together.
We were no strangers to erotic massage, so we felt confident that the experience would be a pleasurable one. Yet, there’s always that delicious flicker of uncertainty that comes before any adventure. As we’ve said many times, the journey is always defined more by who you share it with than by the destination itself.
We arrived a little before sunset, the sky beginning to blush with the evening colors. Climbing the stairs, I felt that familiar surge of adrenaline that precedes every new exploration, a heady mix of nerves and anticipation. We were both incredibly turned on, our minds already racing, imagining what we were about to experience.
The welcome, as always, was warm yet impeccably professional. The woman at the front desk confirmed our appointment—a one-hour, full-body massage with a single masseuse—and gracefully led us to our room.
The moment the door closed behind us, the outside world melted away. The atmosphere inside was a masterful study in sensuality. The light was dim, glowing from the soft, flickering dance of candlelight. The air was thick with an aroma of sandalwood and ylang-ylang, a scent that seemed to immediately invite a deeper, slower breath.
In the centre of the room was a low, Japanese-style mattress, draped in rich, dark fabrics, with a plush armchair to one side. The temperature was perfect, just warm enough to feel instantly comfortable on the skin.
We were left alone for a moment to settle in. Him and I sank into the armchair, and he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. That first kiss has become a ritual for us; it’s a silent confirmation, a shared signal that we are both present, comfortable, and ready for the adventure ahead. After a couple of minutes, a soft knock came at the door, and our masseuse entered.
“Hello,” she said, her voice a gentle whisper. “My name is S. Are you ready to have a good time?”
We both nodded, a silent, unified consent. We introduced ourselves, and she offered us something to drink before leaving us for a moment to undress and slip into the soft robes hanging beside the armchair.
The First Act: A Symphony for Her
The moment arrived with another soft knock on the door.
“May I come in? Are you guys ready?” S asked.
“Absolutely,” we both replied in unison.
S came in and, with a calm gesture, invited us to leave our robes aside and lie on the bed. We followed her lead, the soft fabric falling away from our bodies. As we settled onto the mattress, she put on some music—a slow, hypnotic, and rhythmic track that instantly deepened the mood. Then, she too removed her robe, prepared her warm oils, and approached us.
She chose to focus on me first. I lay on my stomach, my face turned towards Him. S began by massaging my legs, her touch exquisitely soft, her hands gliding over my skin with a practiced, deliberate grace. She moved slowly, rhythmically, her exploration travelling ever upwards, getting closer and closer to my glutes, each stroke building a delicious, radiating heat.
The massage S performs is a true body-to-body experience, a sensual art form that uses the entire body as an instrument of pleasure. Once her hands had warmed my entire back, S began to use her own body more actively. She moved over me, her breasts pressing against my back, performing slow, circular motions in perfect time with the music and her own steady breath.
The friction and warmth sent waves of deep relaxation and intense pleasure through my entire being. She straddled my glutes, a leg on each side of me, freeing her hands to take hold of my arms, tracing patterns from my shoulders down to my fingertips, before moving to my neck and the base of my skull.
While S centred her energy on me, so did Him. He caressed my arms and my torso with a delicate touch, his fingers dancing over my skin. Then, as the sexual energy in the room began to rise, his grip would tighten for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of our shared excitement. He kissed my neck, his lips warm against my skin, and whispered in my ear how much it turned him on to watch me enjoying myself so completely.
The Second Act: A Duet for Him
After some time, the focus of the performance shifted. S gently guided me to sit up as Him laid back on the mattress, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. She began to massage his legs, while I moved to his side, my hands finding his neck and tracing the lines of his pectoral muscles.
Watching them was an incredibly powerful experience. S’s touch on Him was stronger, firmer than it had been with me, a perfect response to his more masculine energy. Her body moved in total harmony with the situation, and seeing Him’s body react so positively to her stimulation filled me with a feeling of complete and utter satisfaction.
For me, this was the peak of the experience—not just receiving pleasure, but witnessing my partner’s. It was a moment of profound complicity, a silent, thrilling bond between the three of us.
As the temperature in the room climbed higher, fuelled by the massage and our interactions, our movements began to coordinate as if by an invisible thread. Our bodies synchronized with our collective sexual energy.
For several minutes, it felt less like a massage and more like an intricate choreography, a dance performed by three bodies moving as one. Him and I were completely absorbed, following S's lead as she guided us in stimulating one another, building the energy to a fever pitch.
The Crescendo
Him’s energy was at its absolute peak, a raw, electric current brought to the surface by the intense stimulation. I could see it in the dark, hungry look in his eyes and in the goosebumps that rose on his skin. Our gazes locked, holding steady in a moment of pure, unspoken connection. With a final, focused effort, S brought Him to a powerful, shuddering climax.
After Him had reached his peak, S turned her attention back to me. This time, I laid on my back. She moved over me, her warm chest massaging mine while she expertly used her knee to stimulate me, awakening a deep, coiling pleasure within me.
Then, she shifted her focus, her hands taking over, dedicating themselves entirely to my pleasure. She masterfully brought me to my own peak and held me there for what felt like an eternity—a true journey into a magnificent, all-encompassing orgasm. What a moment.
Once our shared sexual energy had completely overflowed, S excused herself for a moment, leaving Him and me alone in the room. We laid on the bed for a while longer, wrapped in a blanket of complete satisfaction. We shared our thoughts in soft whispers, marvelling at the intensity of the experience, before sharing a final, tender kiss.
Eventually, we rose from the bed, slipped back into our robes, and let S know we were ready for a shower. We washed away the oil but not the feeling, and left the spa, stepping back into the cool Dublin night, already eager for our next return.
Important Information:
If you ever decide to visit It's Always Sunny Spa, it is important to approach the experience with awareness and respect. Remember these two key things:
First, the service provided is a highly skilled erotic massage, not a sexual service. To be perfectly clear: sex is not permitted, and there are absolutely no exceptions.
Second, while touching and interacting with your masseuse is part of the experience, it is only permitted to a certain extent. Your masseuse will establish the boundaries; it is your responsibility to RESPECT them at all times.
It's Always Sunny Spa
57 Mary St, North City,
Dublin, D01 C6X5
https://www.alwayssunnyspa.com/