Massage Novels & Stories

He smiled, then stood up, grabbed his coat from the back of his seat and walked towards her, stopping right in front of her, he stared into her eyes, then suddenly he paced both his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them "Ah!," Mahira shut her eyes and let out a pleasurable moan as her tensed muscled relaxed under his hands, he applied gentle pressure and knew exactly how to relieve her pain, her head felt light and there was a relaxed smile on her lips, suddenly she felt warm on her lips and opened her eyes in shock

Taking her hand, I lead her to the bed and have her sit down, brushing my thumb over her knuckles reassuringly. I grab the lotion, squeeze some into my hand, and start massaging it gently into her skin. I start where I know she’s more tender—the places where Lucas's teeth left their marks, small bruises blooming over her skin, and the places that felt the paddle earlier. I keep my touch light, mindful of each spot, feeling her muscles ease under my hands as I go. She lets out a soft, satisfied sigh, and I take my time, covering every inch that might ache. This isn’t just about soothing the soreness; it’s about making sure she knows she’s loved, respected. Every stroke is a reminder of that.

He leans down, and claps her body in his large palms, trailing down her curves. "I do non-oily massage, and I've got a special rod for you… only for you" he place a kiss on her tummy," you don't need to worry about your inner walls, my rod is big enough to relax your inner muscle and make you feel whole again" he reaches for her lips and rubbed on it with his tombs, "I promise you won't have to use lip gloss to keep these wet in the process of experiencing total bliss, I will make sure to I keep it wet till when it's all over"