Golden Finger Massage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A golden energy began circulating among the nine gold needles in an almost mystical way. "That's an Energy-Guiding technique… That's the Golden Stitch!" Fiona exclaimed, her jaw dropping in awe. Cassian glanced at her in surprise. "You know about the Golden Stitch?" "I've seen it in medical texts before," Fiona replied. "The Golden Stitch requires the practitioner to use spiritual energy to guide the needles. It's an extremely advanced acupuncture technique, rumored to have been lost for many years now."

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.

He chuckled at me; this caused me to turn the brightest shade of red most likely there is from blushing. “Sorry, I think.” I replied still blushing, making he smile some more before he leant over to kiss me more, this instantly took my mind off what just happened. Ryder went instantly back to massaging my breasts at the same time as kissing me, he then moved down to sit between my legs as he began to slowly run his fingers over my clit with one hand as his other still massaged my breast, his fingers started to move faster in a rhythmic circle this was making the feeling in my core come back and build more intensely, just before I went over the edge he stopped rubbing my clit allowing the int

With a prayer, I tipped backwards and landed on the bed with a big, "OOF!" He chuckled as he stood back up. "Graceful." I glared at him. Tried to get up into a reclining position. I wanted to see what this supposed lymphatic massage was supposed to be. With his hand flat on my forehead, he pushed my head back down. "Just lay back. I need you flat, not cutting off the circulation at your hips." "So I just lay here and think of England?" I muttered. He drilled a finger into my ribs. "Friends don't have to think of England when they're getting a massage. I swear, no funny stuff."

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.

Everything was white, serene, endlessly luxurious. Then the St. James women entered. Within ten minutes: Genevieve questioned the massage therapist’s credentials (“Do you have experience with decades of trauma or just knots?”) Mercedes fell asleep during her steam facial and scared the staff. Abigail requested a fertility-boosting massage and freaked out when the therapist said, “We’ll focus on your womb energy.” Ruth prayed quietly during her deep tissue massage (“Lord, please don't let this woman crack my spine like a glow stick.”)

Still, I picked up the phone, giving a cheerful hello. “Hi, Gretchen, this is Cindy from over at the Golden Palm Resort. We have a guest here who was looking to make an appointment for a massage this afternoon, and I was wondering if you have any availability in your schedule.” “Hi, Cindy; that shouldn't be a problem. I have an opening for either a one- or two-hour massage from 1 to 3 p.m. or time for a one-hour massage after 4 p.m.; which would they prefer?”

I bite my lip nervously when his naked body returns to my line of vision; a long, thick, veiny cöck dangling before him, making my mouth water. "Really?" he raises a perfectly arched brow as he climbs back onto the bed. He applies Jasmine oil into his palms, his dark eyes on me as he lowers his hands to my stretched leg and begins to massage it. "Nuru and genitalia massage," I hint, "Of all the massages you could give it's the one we both have to be naked?" "Oops, you caught me." He chuckles, the sound husky as his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip when his hungry eyes run over my naked body, sprawled before him.

He held her hand out flat and opened the bottle of gel, slowly dribbling it onto the golden spheres. He smiled at her as he wrapped her fingers around them. “Massage them,” he ordered in a hushed tone. “Make them warm and slick.” Sandra did as she was told, her hand quickly warming under the gel.

He quickly pulled out a shiny gold instrument with a piece of green jade on the end, called the Gentleman's Pin. Yarely was pale and in pain, but Elio did not worry about what others thought. He told her firmly, "Sit up straight. I'm going to do healing practice." His voice was serious and a bit bossy. Yarely did what she was told and put her hands down, showing off her figure. Tony was jealous, but Elio did not pay attention to him. He started the healing practice right through her dress, using the gold instruments and his special technique, the Big Dipper Seven Star Technique, poking her seven times at different spots.