How To Crack Upper Back Between Shoulder Blades Novels & Stories

Michelle found the hands on her back that was easing her muscles that just had been relaxed but also tightened shortly before the woman’s hands were there touching her. She was working the muscles on her upper back and then slowly moving down the column of her back. Working in circles slowly and never using too much pressure, Michelle could relax even more than she already was.

“Dare time for you. Give me a proper shoulder massage for two full minutes. Both hands, deep pressure, and you don’t stop until I tell you. Get on your knees behind me and make it count.” I didn’t even hesitate this time. The ache between my legs was getting stronger. I moved behind him on the couch, kneeling up so I could really dig into his shoulders and upper back. His muscles were tight and solid under my fingers, warm from the push-ups. Every time I leaned forward my breasts pressed against his back through my thin tank top. I worked my thumbs into the knots, squeezing and rubbing.

My cock hung heavy and dripping, the ache in my back making every tremor feel sharper. Next came the deep arch. Aurelius yanked my shoulders back with a rough grip, nails biting into my skin as he deepened the curve of my spine. The pull sent prolonged, stinging pain through my shoulders and chest that settled into a deep, aching burn. My cock stood proud and throbbing against my stomach, leaking steadily while my hole twitched under the strain.

He's a ninja—a man who would skate on a broken ankle and call it a scratch. She slides her hand further down, assessing the tension in his traps. "The infraspinatus is much looser than last time," she notes. "You're maintaining well. Keep up with the stretching." Suddenly, Elias twists his head. At this range, his eyes are startlingly clear, almost transparent. "You know, Mia...maybe you should just teach me the technique? A little private tutorial on how to work the knots out." Mia's stylus stutters against the screen.

Between my shoulders and wrists being dislocated and my legs not actually holding up my weight, my face crashed into the floor and I struggled to get up. Looking up at the wall, the chains that held me, snaked through small holes in the wall to the other side. Pulling on the chain, even more came through. Is this what he meant by saying he was giving us time together? I looked back over at Hector. He was still on all fours, eyes looking straight down at the ground. Putting my hands against the wall, I took a deep breath and slammed my wrists back into the socket. As I flexed my wrists, they crackled but it seemed to work and stay in place. I’m sure it would have hurt but there were upsides t

I can wriggle my hands back and forth, extending my fingers that are cramping. I rub harder, pulling my hands as far apart as I can manage, delighting as I feel the strands of rope snapping and falling away. Until I can twist and wriggle one hand free, then the second. Okay. Hands free. Now my arms. I close my eyes. Gathering my energy before laying down, using my core strength to do sit ups against the outcropping.

My muscles tensed as I stretched, and my shoulder blades crackled with an oddly satisfying sound. I tilted my neck to the left, then to the right…crack!...a subtle release that made my eyelids flutter. A low hum escaped my throat. "Ahhh... I'm so tired..." I muttered, dragging my hands down my face as if that alone could wipe away the exhaustion that clung to me.

I had forgotten how sore ny body was, every muscle and injury competing for attention as I back into the spindle, prepared to run again. The crack has given me hope. I can and I will bust this spindle and run. I tuck my arms to the same side and angle myself so I can use all my strength and speed without damaging my arms as badly.

I ask. “You have to arc the energy back down your arm. Think of it like driving a car. If you turn the corner but it’s not tight enough, you’ll hit a curb. That was your shoulder lighting on fire. If you turn too tightly, you’ll also hit a curb, or in this instance, your underarm or chest would have lit on fire. It takes practice to arc the energy in just the right motion to go back down your arm. Try again,” she says. “You’re doing very well,” Ajax encourages.

His eyes stayed on Serena while she gently slipped his coat from his shoulders. She guided him toward the table. "Please, lie face down." He stretched out across it, resting his forehead on his folded arms. A ribbon of warm oil traced the length of his back before Serena spread it with slow, practiced strokes. Her thumbs worked steadily along the tight muscles beside his spine, easing the knots gathered across his shoulders before gliding lower to loosen the tension in his back. The firm, rhythmic pressure gradually unwound muscles he hadn't realized he'd been clenching for days.