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My mind was blank. 'When are you coming over? I miss you.' 'You're in heat again, huh? Wait for me in the room. I'm going to take you when I'm done with work.' 'Don't go too hard. It was swollen the last time and wouldn't go down even after hours.' 'How did you explain it to your husband?' 'Couldn't tell him it was a mosquito bite, could I? Told him the doctor said I had a bit of a lump and gave me a bit of acupuncture. The lump's in the process of going down.'

“Honestly? Not much lately. I used to love yoga, but even that fell off. Tried dating apps after the breakup, but everyone seems so… superficial. How about you? Being a massage therapist must be rewarding helping people unwind every day.” “It is,” she replied, her palms gliding down my back now, long smooth strokes that sent little waves of relief through me. “I love seeing clients leave lighter. But it’s intense work too. My hands get a workout, and sometimes I take the stress home with me. These long dark curls don’t help when I’m bent over tables all day.” She laughed lightly, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

I love you too. He reminded her, "It's time for our massage, your masseur is all ready." He led her towards the massage bed he had prepared, gently took off her clothes, and told her to lie on her belly. Afterward, he began to massage her shoulders as slowly as possible before going lower. "Wow, I never knew getting a massage could feel this nice," Ivy said. "Oh, trust me. You wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if it was done by someone else. Your husband is putting in extra care." Daniel bragged.

Ava looked at her bro pointing at the jar of water on the coffee table in the mini space used as living room in the wide room. "Oh... You want water?" Ava asked, and Matt nodded his head. "Yes" Matt said. "Wait, I will get it for you," Ava said, walking towards the coffee table, while she was scolding Matt for being careless. "You just came out from a serious surgery, so you can not move anyhow you want," Ava said. "Chtt... says the person that ran around even when she was injured seriously four years ago," Matt said. Ava was reminded of their mother when she was still alive.

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

She wrapped her hands around them, and then she massaged the man’s legs with a slight and moderate force. Her voice was also incomparably gentle. “Is this force alright, hubby? Sebastian was speechless. To be honest, at this moment, his heart had already melted. Seeing that he did not speak, the woman continued to massage. Her techniques were very good. A sense of relief could immediately be felt at the points that she massaged and it was very comfortable. Her attitude was so nice that he was slightly overwhelmed by her pampering. She asked him gently as she massaged. “How is it, hubby? Do you feel more comfortable now? You’re busy with work every day, so I’ll give you a massage every day fr

“Who is she?” Iris stared at the woman standing beside a massage table she had never seen before, her face clouded with confusion before the woman introduced herself politely, “My name is Shin May, a massage therapist.” Iris was amazed by Garvin’s thoughtfulness because it’s been years since she had a massage and the last one was with her mom. She turned to face him, as he was standing behind her but before she spoke, he smiled and said to her, “Since you’ve been working so hard, I figured you’d need a professional massage.”

He applied gentle pressure to my palms, and I felt a surge of relaxation flow through my body. I closed my eyes and groaned in pleasure. This was so good. His hands were so firm and manly. Mmm! I wish I could get this every day “You like that? You feel some release there?” He asked as he released my hands and moved to my feet. Massaging the soles, his thumbs applying gentle pressure to the arches. “Yes right there “ I groaned again, My eyes remained closed, but a soft smile played on my lips “What exactly are you doing to my wife?” Vitali’s voice came so close to me, startling the both of us.

Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat. [Hey, man, are you sure that package went to the right place?] [Yeah! Harborview Estates, Unit 2502. Didn't you guys already sign for it?] Then, he sent me another photo. Right away, my blood was about to boil. My brain just shut down like a clock with a broken spring. In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face.

The truth was, no one had ever rejected her! Leaning on the wall, she said in a hushed voice, “Don’t you want to give it a go, Mason? I dare say that I have a hotter body than your wife does! I’m more fun than she can be, too.” He took his time washing and drying his hands. The club was blaring some loud music as he said politely, “Not at all! My wife’s breasts feel way more natural! Also, I don’t like women who are too pushy.”