Innocent Massage Novels & Stories

Any trace of his earlier haze was gone now, replaced by sudden awareness and guilt. He noticed she was still wincing, still clearly in pain. He was completely sobered up now. His hand instinctively moved down to her center. Then, he massaged her pussy and clit, pulling her focus away from the discomfort she was feeling. And it worked—after a few moments, her breathing began to steady, and soft, involuntary sounds slipped from her lips despite herself. “Hmp!” She bit her lip as she looked back at him, unable to look away. He was staring at her just as intensely, his gaze unwavering.

She was disgusted with him. " How about 'i' ve never seen anything like them?" " Yes. But I'm not sure I can jog. I don't understand it, but my body feels tired and as if it's gone through something remarkable. "Really?" He looked down at her. "In what way?" "I can hardly walk." "Perhaps you need a good oil massage." "I wouldn't dare." "I wouldn't call in a crass stranger who might be rough and..... unfeeling. It was a noble offer. "I'd do it."

I laugh at her scared expression. "No, silly. Natural rainwater helps with cleansing, and the Clear Quartz helps with clearing your mind, balance, and healing. Remove your shirt and bra, then lie face-down on your mat with your arms to your sides. We will begin with a Clear Quartz massage. From this point on, I need you to remain quiet. Focus on your body and mind. First, I will relax your muscles before you stretch them." She follows my directions, granting me access to work on her body. She's left in a pair of short cotton shorts that leave nothing to my imagination. I straddle her bottom to ensure I don't put too much stress on my own body during the session. I drop the two crystal sphere

Nicole moved closer to me and squat beside me. She reached his hand and pressed the radial longitudinal crease part of his hand, which is between the point finger and thumb. She massaged it on a circular way. That's the usual spot that people massage when someone lost it’s consciousness. Later, his head slowly moving and his eyes were squeezing. I sighed in relief when I saw him responding to Nicole's massage. “Classmates, for some reasons, Mrs. Rabaddon can't make it to our class but she left a group activity to do as a sit work.” I heard an announcement from the front that made me stood and look at the blackboard.

"Okay. I get it. She has previously received acupuncture from me, and I will now begin the massage.” Fay had previously given this strategy some thought, but she wanted Bush’s approval before moving forward. With his approval, she felt more comfortable moving forward. There were sporadic disruptions because Bush was still in a distant location with weak signal coverage. "Faye, that's the current plan. The signal quality is really bad. I'll end the call and make arrangements for a ride back." "All right, Bush. Please make sure you travel safely.” Fay ended the call and started massaging Ingrid right away. Ingrid’s skin looked much better after the massage, which lasted over 10 minutes. She wa

Eunice’s POV I laid my soft body on the warm jade stone bed, sighing as the massage therapist worked her magic. Her hands moved with the practiced grace of someone who knew how to erase more than just muscle tension—she touched stress, trauma, and worry, coaxing them out of hiding.

My fingers brushed against the edge of a sculpture on the table delicate, detailed, fragile. Just like the boy standing in front of me pretending to be invincible. The bruise on his cheek pulled me back to reality. “Sit,” I said softly, pointing at the couch. He raised a brow. “Bossy.” “Don’t start.” He obeyed, sitting down with a wince he tried to hide. I found the first-aid kit tucked away in the corner shelf, and without asking, I knelt in front of him. Cleaning the wound felt more intimate than I expected.

I knew that it was inevitable. Veronica was my mother's niece. "Of course. You shouldn't have your bath again for today, so that the massage can penetrate deep into your bones," said Tina. She smiled at me as she wiped her hands clean after taking off her latex gloves and washing her hands. "Alright," I said, lying on the massage table a bit more. However, Madam Tina had more women to massage, so they came in and went to lie on the available massage beds. After a while, I sat up and stepped down from the bed. I then reached for my underwear and wore it first, before I wore back my clothes.

He massaged my shoulder, neck, and back in a gentle manner. His hand exerted a slight increase in pressure on my waist, causing me to groan with pleasure. After cupping it in both hands, he roughly gripped my ass. I have never had a massage on my body before, so this was my first time experiencing one. I had no clue that getting a massage could instantly relieve physical discomfort.

I said it steadily and moved around behind him, positioning myself properly, and then I started the massage for real. I had watched enough tutorial videos at odd hours of the night —so, don't ask me why — to know what I was doing. I had my thumbs working in slow, firm circles from the base of the neck outward, then down along the line of the shoulder, applying real pressure rather than just going through the motions. His head dropped forward slightly. Almost immediately. Then, quietly, barely above the noise of the practice field … "harder." He said it like it had come out without his permission, the word just slipping through before he caught it.