Massage Novels & Stories

Aiden's powerful arms held so much control over the ball and he made a fifty yard spiral pass look easy. My hand slides down my abdomen and moves between my legs. I use the other hand to massage my breasts and pinch my nipples. In my mind, my tongue travels across Aiden's throat and moves down to his chest. My fingers work faster, I pinch a little harder, and an orgasm rockets through me. Damn.

She forced me to get out of the bed early—it was noon, but when you were slaving your butt off ten hours a day on weekday wearing heels, noon is considered early—and dragged these said tired butt around to shop. And, thank God, it's a 'getting pampered time' this time. "Oh, God," I groan, feeling the heaven the masseuse brings me to as her hands moves to loosen my tight back muscles. Eh, scratch the last word. Do my back have muscles? I don't think I have one in my entire body. "Don't come," jests the girl who made torturing her best friend a hobby from the bed beside me. The masseuse, I caught a glimpse of her tag when we arrived and is named Rosa, bursts into giggles. She quickly catches h

He massaged my breast before squeezing one of them. I moaned. “What’s so special about you?” He rasped and kept kissing me. I wanted him to continue this, but all at once he tightened his grip on my hair and shoved me back into a hard wall. I winced when a sharp pain shot down my spine. “You’re not special! You're a fucking bitch!” *********

I called out to him, "But Thomas…" He waved me off. "Why are you so nervous? It's alright. The therapy will still take a while." Before I could say anything else, Thomas walked out immediately. He seemed to have no qualms about me currently lying next to another man. My body was covered in sweat when Charlie stopped to take something. Flushed crimson, I lay on my back and fanned myself gently to cool down. We were alone in the room, and the air was thick with tension. My heart raced as he stood next to me and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'll start the lactation massage next. It might hurt, so you can cry out if you need to."

Soft, soothing music playing in the background, filling the space with tranquil melodies. "Mia," I whisper, my voice tender and caring, "I am going to give you a massage. I want to help melt away the stress of the last couple of days and show you how much I cherish you. Is that something you would like?" Mia's eyes sparkle with gratitude and anticipation. She nod, her trust in me evident as she settle herself on the bed, ready to receive my loving touch. I begin by sitting beside Mia, my hands resting on her shoulders. I take a deep breath, grounding myself in the present moment, and then start to apply gentle pressure, kneading away the tension that had built

She's enjoying this fully. Justin is working carefully and professionally, which he is happy about after last night. He wants his mother to be proud of him and his skill. He skillfully massages Marsha up and down the spine, around the shoulder blades, her neck, and even down her hips into her gluts. Marsha is now feeling relaxed, but also starting to feel vulnerable now as she feels more naked with Justin's hands on her bum. She knows how professional he's behaving and tries to relax. On the upside, it feels absolutely fantastic. She never knew a massage felt so good.

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.

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"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

I say friendly. "Good morning." She smiles nervous back. I walk towards the bathroom door while she's still standing there. I notice she's getting more nervous because of me. I know this is mean but I walk even nearer at her until our chests touch. I touch her hips with my left hand. She nervously holds her hands on her chest. "Sorry." I whisper into her ear and walk into the bathroom. When I get in she immediately runs in Meredith's room and I chuckle. I meet Meredith in the lobby when I get out from the bathroom.