Backdoor Massage Novels & Stories

His palms moved from her shoulders all the way down to the top of her ass, stopping just beneath the sheet. “You have a beautiful back,” he murmured. “Very responsive. When I touch you lower like this… does it make other parts of you tingle?” Elena’s cheeks warmed. “A little bit, yes.” Marcus chuckled softly, his voice staying low and intimate. “Good. That’s perfectly natural. A full body massage often awakens sensations clients aren’t expecting. Some women discover they enjoy being touched in ways they’ve never admitted out loud.” He poured more oil and began working her lower back and the top of her hips, his fingers slipping teasingly under the edge of the sheet. The pressure was firm but

she pouted and asked, giving her that cute look which always turned him on. Anderson chuckled and began to remove his clothes when Avery went to get the massage oil. When Anderson lay on his stomach with his back facing her, she undressed before climbing his back making him feel the warmth of her body before she poured the oil all over his back. Gently and as Anderson had taught her, she began to move her fingers. Unknown to her, the man under her had his body responding to something different. Avery’s hands all over his back were doing nothing resembling a massage but rather arousing him treacherously.

I breathed in her neck. I could feel her body stiffen underneath my grip. “Lay on the bed. I need to massage your back so it can heal quickly,”

He was leading her into nirvana. After massaging her back, neck and arms, he poured more oil into his hands, again rubbing them together to heat the oil and make it more pleasurable once it touched her skin. He moved his hands lower to her hips. She moaned softly as she felt his hands work around her panties, sliding underneath the waistband to cover the area. He took his time, slowly and gently, but firmly massaging the muscles around her hips, passing his hands lightly over her derrière, then down her legs, one by one.

She didn’t need to. I would stand there, heart racing, trying to act professional while my nipples hardened and my pussy grew wet. Then the massages began. “My back is killing me after that scene,” she’d sigh, dropping her robe without shame and lying face down on the massage table completely naked. I’d warm the oil between my palms and start working her shoulders, her spine, the curve of her lower back. My hands would glide dangerously close to her ass, thumbs pressing into the dimples above it. Every time she moaned — that soft, breathy, needy sound — my clit would throb in response.

He carefully wiped me clean with a warm towel, then draped a soft sheet over my body. I turned my head to look at him, cheeks burning. “I… that’s never happened during a massage before.” He smiled, calm and confident. “Most people have never had the right touch. Your body is carrying extreme tension — both physical and emotional. I have a specialized program called the Midnight Touch Protocol. Full body reset. Multiple sessions per week. Complete surrender to the process. It’s intense, deeply intimate, and extremely effective.” He rested a hand lightly on my lower back. “If you want real relief… not just temporary… I’m offering you the full protocol. But you must follow every instruction. No

She looked down on the red bikini she had on, knowing fully well what the massage was going to lead to. Zoe turned, lowering the little scarf she used in covering her waist down to her thigh so he could have access to her hip bone when he wanted to. She waited patiently for him to pour the oil in his hands and when she felt his cool palm on her back, closed her eyes. She allowed him rub the oil over her body and sighed with pleasure when his hands became harder as he began the massage. Like an expert, he did her back, waist and butt. He lingered on her thighs, moving his hands on the inside and making her feel pleasure that she had not planned for.

God I have missed her so much I just want to do so many things to her right now. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Without a word I reached into the drawer beside the bed, grabbed the massage cream, and squeezed a generous amount onto my palm. The cool scent of lavender filled the air as I knelt on the mattress between her parted thighs. My hands—steady on the outside, trembling on the inside—spread the cream over the smooth expanse of her back. The moment I pressed my thumbs into the tight muscles along her spine, Payton let out a low, throaty sound that shot straight through me.

“Massage first… “How did he do it? I can’t believe that I was now thrown into the heat of anticipation, just from the sound of his hoarse whisper. ” Clear hand movements left no doubt that Fox knew exactly how to properly massage. He confidently ran his hands down his back, relaxing the overworked muscles. Looks like Inari decided to calm me down a bit first. His warm and confident fingers touched bare skin, dispersing pleasure through the veins. I can't even remember the last time I had a quality massage. He removed his hands for a second, and I felt cold oil pour down my back. Then his touch returned again. I involuntarily let out a groan when Inari began to rub it over my body, sinking lo

But God, it felt so right. "There's a technique called internal massage therapy," Marcus explained, his fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot. "It releases tension that can't be reached externally. Very effective for comprehensive treatment." "Oh God," Elena moaned, her hands gripping the sides of the massage table. "Let yourself feel it," Marcus instructed. "Don't fight the release." His fingers worked faster, harder, and Elena felt the orgasm building impossibly fast. She hadn't come this easily in years. David never took the time, never knew how to touch her like this.