Innocent Massage Novels & Stories

In the exclusive private spa of the city’s most sought-after masseur, 38 years Marcus offers more than just relaxation. His hands are legendary for melting tension and unlocking deep, hidden desires. When Ryan the high strung executive client books a late night deep tissue session, Marcus quickly discovers that Ryan’s body is carrying far more than work stress. What begins as professional massage quickly turns into raw, sensual exploration... slow, oily strokes, deep tissue release, and intense full-body sessions that leave both men craving more. In the quiet, dimly lit treatment room, boundaries dissolve as professional touch becomes deeply intimate, possessive, and addictive.

She sat at the edge of the bathtub, starting from the top of his head. She put her palms there first and then grabbed his ears, rubbing them gently with her delicate fingers. Her motions were soft but the stimulation was strong. It cost all Darren’s willpower not to moan in front of the little boy. And then, she slipped her hands down to his mandibular lines. She used her fingertips to massage the muscles on his cheeks and then gradually moved her gentleness to his neck. Darren felt his head was about to explode, and so did his tensed body. In front of the little boy who pretended to be a human, he couldn’t even speak, not to mention ask her to stop or move her hands to a less sensitive spot

Clara groaned again in pain and Steven approached her on the floor. "Don’t touch me!" Clara said. "I need to touch you, so you feel better," Steven said and put his hand on Clara's stomach, stroking it with his bloodied hand and closing his eyes. Clara just remained silent and watched Steven's face in front of her at that time. “What…what are you doing?” Clara said. "Ssshh.." Steven said and Clara looked at her stomach, Steven's hand continued to gently stroke her stomach. Makes it comfortable and calm. Her stomach felt better too.

She asked innocently. "It's me." "Are you ?" "Eh?" "Oh...ok, I will inform her." "So you are coming with me ?" She nods. "Good girl," he said while pushing her onto him. She landed on his broad chest. "Ouch!" In the process, her foot got sprained. "I'm sorry" "It's ok." He bandaged her foot. The poor girl placed her foot on the floor, which caused her to wince in pain. "Is it paining you a lot ?"

“Perfect. See? Calm.” I put my hands on her wrists, to feel her pulse. It was slowing. Good. I lifted her arms into a stretch, a balletic movement frequently used in combat. I lightly massaged her shoulders, which yielded under the pressure, her muscles springing forward when I hit pressure points. She giggled at her reaction. “While you’re training solo with me, waiting for your ankle to heal, we should start out with a massage. Athletic massage. I’m certified.” She had a gleeful smile, like she was getting away with something by conceding to receive a luxury service from a king.

Her lipstick is smudge. He made her lay on the bed and opened his shirt . He is shirtless while Pia looks at his well toned chest and abs. He climbed on top of her without putting the weight on the stomach. His hand was on her neck, her chest which was soon replaced by his lips as he started giving her wet kisses till he reached her chest . He removed her top. He took his hand backside and unclipped her bra hurriedly without wasting any minute. Now her upper body is fully displayed in front of him. He started touching her breast, milky skin which is white like snow. He started sucking , chewing and licking her breast while she was just closing her eyes. After sometime he get up and remove

It’s either that or go broke, so while I’m here, I might as well try to enjoy myself. I take a deep breath and do my best to relax. Anthony’s hands move down my spine to my lower back. This is usually the part where the person giving the massage tickles the person receiving the massage by wrapping their fingers around the person’s sides while they apply pressure with their thumbs. I’m shocked when Anthony avoids this mistake entirely. He positions his hands perfectly, and as he presses down with his thumbs, I’m unable to stop the groan of satisfaction that pushes its way out from my lips.

Alice entered the massage room, her senses immediately enveloped by the soothing ambiance. The space was dimly lit, with soft, golden light emanating from small sconces on the walls. The gentle sound of a waterfall played in the background, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils—lavender, eucalyptus, and hints of citrus. The masseuse, a serene woman with a calming presence, greeted Alice with a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Sanders. My name is Lila, and I’ll be your masseuse today. You’ve selected a full-body relaxation massage, correct?”

GINO's POV I first climbed onto the bed because she needed to go back to a room where Rain was to get her massage oil. After a while, she returned. She was standing a few steps away, wearing a white robe, and I wondered if she was wearing anything else underneath. I gestured for her to come closer. I patted the bed for her to lie down. She immediately followed me. She lay down on her stomach with her robe still wrapped around her, and my heart started to race. What the heck was I thinking, offering her a massage? I won't survive having my hands on her body for that long. This was a stupid idea. Maybe it won't be the surgery that ends my life, especially since I know my heart is weak. Maybe t

💦 Deep Pressure 💦 “Lie face down on the table, please. And you can remove the towel if you’re comfortable.” I hesitated for only a second before loosening the white towel wrapped around my body and letting it fall. I was completely naked underneath. The cool air of the private massage room brushed against my skin as I climbed onto the heated table and settled face down, my breasts pressing softly into the cushioned surface. The masseuse, Lucas, was new at the luxury spa I visited every month. Tall, broad-shouldered, with strong, veined forearms and a calm, confident presence. His voice was low and smooth, almost hypnotic.