Innocent Massage Novels & Stories

They brushed ever so gently. “I’m sorry it scarred.” Her voice was small. I smiled, looking down at her. “I happen to not mind scars.” A smile played on her lips again and she continued her massage. She pushed her thumb against my muscles, massaging them into a relaxed state. I closed my eyes again, reveling in her touch. The soap scrubbed my hips and then dipped down. My closed eyes now flung open as she ran the soap along my shaft and then down under my balls. She didn’t pause though, bringing the soap to the inside of my thighs as well. Her hand started it brush down and I could only squeeze my eyes shut and pray to the goddess I had enough hold of the thin thread that was my control.

"The swelling will go down eventually, but massaging it will help. Put it here." I stretched out my hand to her, palm up. Amelia gingerly put her injured hand in it. I squeezed out some of the cold ointment onto her knuckles. She shivered a little. I gently began massaging her bruised hand. I ran my thumb over her fingers repeatedly, applying gentle pressure. After several minutes, I knew it was time to stop but Amelia's hand felt so good in mine that I didn't want to let go. I flipped her palm over, and made a series of figure eights on the sensitive skin of her palm. Judging by her suddenly increased and laboured breathing, I knew that she was getting as turned on by this as I was.

Before I could say anything else, they were both in my head mindlinking me. Your masseuse will be a woman, Little One. No man's hands will touch your body, understand? Actually, I don’t. You two are probably going to be at a strip club doing God knows what, but I can’t have a massage? Of course, you can have a massage, Angel. But with the amount of hormones flowing through you, you’re just a bit sensitive lately. So it’s best if your massage is done by a woman. What the hell are you guys talking about?

But God, it felt so right. "There's a technique called internal massage therapy," Marcus explained, his fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot. "It releases tension that can't be reached externally. Very effective for comprehensive treatment." "Oh God," Elena moaned, her hands gripping the sides of the massage table. "Let yourself feel it," Marcus instructed. "Don't fight the release." His fingers worked faster, harder, and Elena felt the orgasm building impossibly fast. She hadn't come this easily in years. David never took the time, never knew how to touch her like this.

I bit my lip and let out a faint cough. Both massage therapists enter the room and dim the lights. I hear the therapist speaking to Amelie and can’t believe it when she says she has never had a massage before. The way she carries herself, I always forget that she had a completely different upbringing from mine. She’s so elegant, charming, and refined. I make a mental note to ensure she’s booked for a weekly massage.

Exactly when she became stuck on the options for what the right answers were. ‘What did he know?’ ………. Laying at the repose of the skillful massage that was being done to her body was Irina, as she got lost in the reverie of the way the masseuse towering above her, loosened out the tension in her skin and the bones along her shoulders, neck, and spine, fiber by fiber. The scent of the oils that were being used was sensually appealing to her nerves too, causing her eyes to remain shut, while the facial mask that was put over her face worked wonders.

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ I lay on my stomach over the massage table, only a white towel covering my butt, surrounded by calming music and soothing scents. The masseuse's hands worked on my shoulders, melting away the stress. The water nearby made a soft sound, like a gentle escape from my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I let myself forget about the talk I'm supposed to have with Vincenzo tonight for a moment.

Arc 11: The Massage Table The massage place is quiet. Soft lighting, warm oil smell, that specific silence that exists nowhere else except places designed specifically for bodies to be touched. I've been here three times before. Different therapist each time. Tonight the receptionist smiles and says Mikhail will be with me shortly and I nod and sit down and think nothing of it. Then Mikhail walks in.

Emily. I had just finished packing my massage kit oils, towels, the foldable table, a few extras I definitely wasn’t licensed to use when the address popped up on my phone. A Marine, twenty-eight, full lower-body cast, “therapeutic massage required.” My pussy clenched so hard at the description I almost dropped the bottle of almond oil. It wasn’t part of my nursing contract, but my cunt had stopped caring about contracts months ago. It hunted now. And tonight it had scented prey.

My expression must have been dark because by the time I came about, Rapheala looked at me in fear, making me smile falsely so she could calm down. "Sorry about that, ma'am, this is your robe," she handed me a soft, silk material with my name behind it, and I quickly put it on, feeling uncomfortable being naked in front of someone other than my husband. Once I knotted the rope, she walked me out and led me to another room "This is where we will have your massage, ma'am. Please be assured, our masseuse is the very best in the field, and he was flown in from Australia for this purpose last night, ma'am," she said, making me think