Backdoor Massage Novels & Stories

I clawed at his back, urging him faster, and he obliged, pounding into me until we both came again, shaking and breathless. Back in bed, dried off but still naked, he wasn't done. He pulled out a bottle of massage oil from his drawer; "For stress," he said with a wink—and poured it over my body, hands gliding over my skin, kneading my breasts, my ass, my thighs. His touch turned teasing, fingers slipping inside me again, then out, spreading the oil everywhere.

It wasn't her way. "That confirms you haven't learned a damn thing," I sighed. I returned my attention to my gurney buddy. In case there is any confusion, all oil body massages between gender appropriate couples involves oral, pelvic and nipple stimulation with fingers and the tongue. Honestly, I read it somewhere. In the final climb to orgasm, my medic coughed up her name, Layla, then she gushed all over my hand. Aisha was about to bust a blood vessel she was so screwed up inside.

"Too much overthinking." "It's... hmmm. it's just stress," I gasped out, my face burying into the padded headrest as his hands slowly moved up to grip my buttocks, kneading the soft flesh with a firm, relentless pressure. "Ah! Ahah ah... stop..." It was obvious my protest lacked any real conviction because my body was completely betraying me, my back kept arching helplessly under his touch aa I felt a wave of heat right between my thighs. The masseuse let out a low chuckle, his thumbs sliding right along the crease where my thighs met my hips, dangerously close to my clit.

I moaned with pleasure and felt his smile against my skin. "The best is yet to come, my goddess," Heitor promised, pulling out of me and quickly flipping me onto my stomach, positioning me on my knees and elbows. Heitor poured more oil on me and began massaging my back, moving down to my butt. He played with my clitoris again, and I felt him apply some gel to my butt, beginning to massage around my anus.

Then I pulled him to the bed and pushed him into the bed gently. “Relax and watch, okay?” I told him, keeping my voice low and seductive. I picked up the oil that had been used on me and he watched me with dark eyes as I poured the oil on my hands, rubbing it in my arms before I started massaging him, loosening the knots in his back and shoulders. I worked my way up she down slowly and carefully, shocked at the amount of knots in his body, I knew he was always working but I didn’t expect him to have so much tension in his body.

I can't remember the last time I felt that way. He began to massage me back starting with my shoulder. He pressed on a stiff muscle make me moan as I felt the relief. "How's that?" He whispered again, his breath fanning my earlobe making me shudder again. This time the tingles travelled all the way to my pussy and I could feel the pool forming in my pants. They continued massaging me unknotting every tense muscles from my neck to lower back.

He moaned again and I could now feel his hands on my thighs, pushing them even further apart. His hands then went up my lower back, gliding over the scars that I had there, and then running back down to my inner thighs in a smooth, erotic massage. I moaned with pleasure and widened my legs even more, inviting him. Instead, I felt his fingers at my entrance.

I sighed and walked slowly to the bedroom, trying to ignore a little bit of the distraction right behind me, which ended in total failure especially after he caressed my stomach casually with the tip of his fingers. Moving at a very slow pace, we finally made it beside the bed after managing to grab a towel and dry up a little bit before he circled the towel to cover below his waist. “The BodyBabes’ representative who gave me the hamper said that we have to try the romantic massage oils because it can relax the muscles. It is also safe to use for the whole body and made from food-grade ingredients. So… lay down”, Clayton whispers, with a little dangerously mischievous tone in his baritone vo

Leaned down. Pressed a kiss to the base of my spine—just above where my ass curved. I shivered. He smiled against my skin. “Relax,” he whispered. I tried. His hands moved lower. Massaging the backs of my thighs—long, firm strokes that made me moan quietly into the pillow. He worked the oil into every inch of skin he’d bruised earlier with his grip. Thumbs swept along the crease where thigh met ass, teasing but not pushing, soothing the tenderness he’d left there.

He must be crazy to want me to massage every inch of his body. A flush spread over my cheeks as I listened to his strange request, but I was bound to comply with our agreement, so I started gently massaging his back. Seeing his broad back made my face flush. He is quite physically strong. I attempted to relieve his back discomfort by applying pressure to specific acupressure sites after seeing a video of the technique on YouTube. I had no qualms about massaging his back as he lay with his eyes closed and his back to me. While I massaged his back, he was not watching my expression. I enjoyed massaging his back.