Cong Dong Massage Novels & Stories

"I didn't mean to be so... vocal." Conan let out a soft, low chuckle that vibrated through the air. "It’s okay, Nana," he said, his voice as smooth as the oil he was using. "It’s a compliment to my work. Don't hold back on my account." He continued the massage, his hands moving in slow, hypnotic circles that made me melt into the padding of the table. I was lost in the sensation, drifting in a haze of relaxation and rising heat, until I felt a single, firm finger slid with shocking precision into the tight crease of my asshole.

“So, except from being a gigolo, I am also a masseur. I am a professional massage therapist.” I was gyrated. Something inside me was loving what she was hearing. “Oh really? Tell me more please.” “So, I have learnt about a few sexual tensed areas in a woman’s body.” “Interesting!” I crossed my legs and continued listening attentively. “So, to put my woman in the mood, I offer the best and most relaxing massage service. I use body oil to rub all over her body and touch areas that would leave her clitoris want to be eaten. Some light teasing that would make her nipples so hard, she would think that they want to fall out. I would also use some deep tissue massage to relax her tension so her bod

She's enjoying this fully. Justin is working carefully and professionally, which he is happy about after last night. He wants his mother to be proud of him and his skill. He skillfully massages Marsha up and down the spine, around the shoulder blades, her neck, and even down her hips into her gluts. Marsha is now feeling relaxed, but also starting to feel vulnerable now as she feels more naked with Justin's hands on her bum. She knows how professional he's behaving and tries to relax. On the upside, it feels absolutely fantastic. She never knew a massage felt so good.

Following the clasping of their hands, the two women instantly began their task. Maureen's hands moved swiftly around my neck and shoulders as I indulged in a pre-gala massage. Her touch was like magic, easing away tension with each skillful movement. The soothing scent of lavender filled the room, enhancing the calming atmosphere. I closed my eyes, letting the gentle music playing in the background lull me into relaxation.

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

He arched his neck back over the cushions, trying to stretch the muscles. Alexa returned a moment later, handing him a goblet of burgundy wine before moving around behind the couch, where she dropped to her knees and began gently massaging his neck and shoulders. Conner took a deep sip of the dry wine before closing his eyes and giving himself over to the feeling of Alexa’s strong fingers kneading his tense muscles and the alcoholic warmth of the wine spreading through his body.

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“They are going to do this relaxing bath and then do a full body massage! And then who knows what else… They have shops throughout the Empire that do these kinds of things.” I hadn’t been paying attention when I felt hands on my shoulders. “I don’t feel like you’re relaxing very much, stubborn.” Conor said softly as he rubbed my shoulders. Oh… I’m going to pass out and drown in this tub. I looked over and Joanne had the same look on her face that I had as Bart rubbed her shoulders. After ten minutes of Conor rubbing my shoulders and neck, I felt even sleepier than I had before. “That’s better. Agree with me Bart?”

He sat opposite of me, placed my legs on his lap, and massaged them with the lotion. His massage hit the "7th gear". It was intense yet incredibly soothing. Every stroke and knead seemed to perfectly target any tension or soreness present in my leg muscles. His touch was skilled and intuitive—as if he could sense exactly what I needed without me having to say a word. I surrendered myself to the beautiful sensation of his hands. I felt myself sinking deep into a state of tranquility until it was all over and he gently placed my legs back on the floor. Immediately, Alpha Konan's personal chef came in with a plate of food. The chef dropped the food on Alpha Konan's tea table, gave a bow, and le

Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. After his previous massage experience, Dean felt that he was no longer a complete novice. He automatically removed his shirt and pants, lying down on the bed, waiting for Chen to return. It wasn't long before he could sense that Chen had already begun preparing for the session. The room had a faint scent of incense, and soft, soothing music played from the speakers in the corner. The lighting had dimmed, creating a calming, almost dreamlike atmosphere that made Dean feel a bit drowsy.