Backdoor Massage Novels & Stories

embroidered on the back in a fancy golden font. As soon as I lay down onto the treatment table and bared all but my modesty, I started to relax. My body thrummed with a rush of endorphins as the masseuse began to wield her magic touch, caressing my tense, aching muscles. Her fingers worked away every knot, leaving me melting into a puddle with my face poking out of the treatment bed.

She lay on the massage table, her back turned to me, the view of her backside was overly mesmerizing. I got to work immediately, squirting a large amount of oil on my hands as I began to massage her backside. I started from her shoulders, as I released deep knots between her shoulder blades, then I continued to her rib area, her body was smooth to the touch, it felt like silk against my fingers. When my hands move to massage her butt, my côck wakes up to the size. I chastise myself, This is not the time Micheal.

I smiled slightly while he pulled out a small bottle of almond massage oil. Damon quickly got back into bed and hovered over my body. He stared down at my perfect ass cheeks and curved back. Without a word, he unclasped my bra and pulled the straps down my relaxed arms. I cooed when his hands made contact with my back; they were covered in the sweet-smelling massage oil. His hands kneaded my tense back muscles and worked out every single kink or cunt. I moaned and twisted my head from side to side, making momentary eye contact with him from time to time.

Using the excuse of a massage, he would be able to help her absorb the pill better by untangling her meridians. Since he had taken initiative to offer a massage, how could Dorothy refuse it? She laid down immediately but she did not forget to warn him. “Just a massage, alright? Don’t be naughty!” However, this reminded Alex to look at her back with a risque look plastered on his face. A few seconds later, Alex began to seriously massage her back with his skilled hands. “Ah, that feels so good!” “Oh, it’s kinda sore here. No, that’s really sore! Don’t move, don’t touch me there!”

As I disrobed and lay down on the table, I took a deep breath, allowing the warmth of the room to envelop me. The masseuse entered, her hands gentle yet firm as she began to work on my tense muscles. I felt the weight of the day slowly melting away under her skilled touch. Every stroke was precise, easing the knots in my shoulders and back. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation, the rhythm of her hands becoming a soothing melody. Suddenly, I heard a soft knock on the door, and it swung open slightly. Nathan peeked his head in, a teasing smile on his lips. “How’s it going in here?” he asked, his voice light but curious.

Killian squeezed my hand once before letting go, thumb brushing my wrist. “See you in the sauna,” he said low, just for me. I felt his eyes on my back the whole way down the hall. My massage therapist was named Lani—small, strong hands, voice like a lullaby. She led me to a private room: dim lights, heated table, scent of warm coconut oil. I slipped out of my sundress, wrapped the robe around me, and lay face-down under the sheet. The massage started slow—her hands gliding over my shoulders, thumbs working into knots I didn’t know I had. She moved to my back, then lower—careful around the faint hand-shaped marks Killian had left on my ass two days earlier.

Alice entered the massage room, her senses immediately enveloped by the soothing ambiance. The space was dimly lit, with soft, golden light emanating from small sconces on the walls. The gentle sound of a waterfall played in the background, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils—lavender, eucalyptus, and hints of citrus. The masseuse, a serene woman with a calming presence, greeted Alice with a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Sanders. My name is Lila, and I’ll be your masseuse today. You’ve selected a full-body relaxation massage, correct?”

Every single bone in my body felt sore, stiff, and utterly exhausted. The moment I lay face down on the heated massage table, a deep wave of relief washed over me. The therapist didn't just massage my muscles, the entire experience felt like a live, deeply satisfying ASMR session. The soft clink of glass droppers, the quiet rustle of heated towels, and the rhythmic, slick glide of warm eucalyptus oil against my skin made my eyelids heavy.