Mantra Massage Blue Ash Novels & Stories

Mason gives us a second to catch our breath. He strokes Aspen’s back soothingly while Asher collars my throat with his large hand. He gives it a squeeze, not enough to cut off my air but enough to center my focus on that slight bit of pressure. It’s enough to slow my breathing and let the intense pleasure rush back in.

—THE WHISPERING GLADES, AETHERIA— "The what now?" Madeleine asked incredulously, her eyes darting between Dante's amused expression and the shimmering forest surrounding them. The strange blue-tinged light filtering through the canopy cast dancing shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones. Dante laughed, the sound rich and genuine, echoing through the trees. It was a startling contrast to his usual reserved demeanor, and Madeleine found herself momentarily captivated by the transformation.

Her reaction puzzled her. "I really need to find medicine soon or he might do this more than once." She closed the entrance and ran to find an herbalist. She asked around, but she got negative responses. On the way back, she met an old lady having a big mole on her face sitting at the side road. "Nomoshkar." The elder gestured a praying hand and bowed. "Nomoshkar, Thakurma." Asha did the same gesture. "Girl, can you help me?" The old woman said with eyes looking afar as if she was blind.

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?”

I kept it beside the bed and climbed on top of him I sat down on his back and sprinkled massaging cream on his back I began to press my palms and fingers softly against his flesh. I picked up a bundle of flesh and released it then pressed it down Adrian : uhh yea baby that's the spot I chuckled and began to hit his shoulders with the side of my palms very fast Adrian : you're so good at this Blue Me: It's fun to me Adrian : go down a little I did and began to massage the middle part of his back Me: Adrian Adrian : uh-huh

"Sir, when will this be over? I really can't take it any longer." "Hang in there. It'll be over soon." He repositioned me so I was lying on my side. He lifted one of my legs up high and bent it, holding it against him. With his other hand, he kept massaging my plump bottom, rubbing and squeezing it repeatedly. This man was clearly being inappropriate. What kind of bone-setting therapy was this? Still, the massage made me feel like I was on cloud nine. A rich warmth seemed to flow through my body. Under his strong hands, I felt like I could come apart any moment.

He winked at Ashley, who couldn't help but blush again. Lily led Ashley out of the room, their heels clicking against the marble floor. They made their way through the opulent mansion to a spacious suite, where soft music played and candles flickered, casting a warm glow across the room. The spa treatment began with a relaxing aromatherapy massage, using only the finest essential oils. Ashley sighed contentedly as the skilled hands of her massage therapist worked out the knots in her shoulders and back. "Oh, that feels wonderful," she sighed. "I didn't realize how tense I'd been all day."

"This is much more entertaining." We stood there, smiling at each other, sharing the absurdity of the moment. The tension of the secrets and the lies seemed to evaporate in the face of the shared ridiculousness. We were a team. A weird, dysfunctional, secret team. And I liked it. The Massage "Now, partner massage," Martha announced. "Tension relief is critical during transition. Partners, find those pressure points in the shoulders and lower back." We sat back down on the mat. Aria sat cross-legged, her back to me again.

She didn't think so, but then again she knew nothing about any of this. Finding what he was looking for Ash made his way back over to Danica. "I'm going to need you to eat this." He said holding out a sprig of something green and leafy. "What is this?" Danica asked eyeing it. "This is Ashwangandha," Ash explained. "It will help you relax. When I begin I need you to not fight against me, otherwise this could go terribly wrong and fast." "Go wrong?" Danica didn't exactly like the sounds of that. "Like how?"

Ashton's voice seemed to thunder menacingly, "Don't move. I'm helping you clear your meridians. Your blood isn't flowing smoothly yet." Thanks to Ashton's special massage, Faye couldn't help letting out soft moans. Her tense body gradually relaxed. It felt as if their bloodlines were resonating in unison, bringing her an unprecedented sense of relaxation—like a weary body soaking in a hot spring, indulging in pure comfort. The strength and technique of Ashton's massage gave her a sensation similar to a phoenix bathing in flames. She felt a surge of comfort and relief. As a result, she ended up overlooking the fact that his hands had started roaming over other parts of her body.