Massage Point Loma Novels & Stories

The couple next to us snorts. Mason's hands go soft. His ego audibly does not. "Soft hands," I repeat, delighted. "Steering wheel." "One more word and I'm withholding the ginger chews." "You'd never. You drove forty minutes for those." "It was thirty-five actually, it’s not a big deal, I don’t know why everyone keeps acting like it is." That peaks my interest, but I have to focus on what Marisol’s saying. We get through the counterpressure section, and okay, fine, the notepad earns its keep, because he gets the double hip squeeze right on the first try while half the room is basically giving their partners a bad massage.

The skin over his left shoulder was flushed a deep pink, radiating a localized heat where the deep-tissue massage had forcefully broken up the morning's muscular tightness. Jaxson was kneeling on the rubber floor between his legs. The captain’s massive hands were slick with a clear, medical-grade warming gel, his thick thumbs working with an uncompromising, heavy rhythm into the dense knotting beneath Liam’s left shoulder blade. Every time Jaxson lean-pressed into the muscle, a sharp, white-hot line of tension would shoot down Liam’s arm, forcing a quiet, ragged gasp past his lips.

Following the clasping of their hands, the two women instantly began their task. Maureen's hands moved swiftly around my neck and shoulders as I indulged in a pre-gala massage. Her touch was like magic, easing away tension with each skillful movement. The soothing scent of lavender filled the room, enhancing the calming atmosphere. I closed my eyes, letting the gentle music playing in the background lull me into relaxation.

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"

The man fell face first on the massage table. “Alessia” Alessia stepped out from the shadows “Madam, that was beautifully done.” “I know.” Lara smirked without the slightest hint of modesty. Sarah was getting anxious. She tried to maintain a carefree expression but wasn’t very successful. “Madam, everything alright.” The masseur allocated for Sarah asked in concern as he watched her face. Sarah blanked for a minute before lowering her head “My tummy doesn’t feel too good.” “Oh..” The man laughed “Is that all?” He picked a drink that was prepared for Sarah and extended his hand.

"I was at your place. I wanted to see you. I saw how the car zoomed off and I felt something wasn't right so I followed you. It turns out my instinct was right." Maria relaxed in the seat. "Thank you." She said still out of breath. "No problem." Li-lah replied. "Did you sustain any injury?" "No." She replied simply. "Well," Li-lah continued. "lets get you into my car and get you home. I'm sure you're exhausted and need to rest." "Yeah that sounds good." She said tiredly. "But first, I need a massage. I need to calm my nerves." "I know the perfect place." Li-lah said. "Do you have enough money for a massage?"

I rested my head to the side, breathing slowly, trying to calm the fluttering in my stomach. Liam returned a few seconds later and knelt beside the bed, a small bottle of massage oil in his hands. He didn’t say anything, but the moment he opened the cap, the most amazing scent filled the room—like warm vanilla, fresh herbs, and something earthy all mixed together. He poured a small amount onto his hands, rubbed them together, and then placed them gently on my back. I let out a sharp breath when I felt the heat of his palms. His touch was firm but careful. He started at my shoulders, pressing and kneading the muscles slowly. The pain eased almost immediately, replaced by a warm, relaxed feeli

Scott sensed that the sparkling wine was taking effect. "OK, well it's a great way to get things going," Scott said to both of them. "If you want to stand near the treatment couch, I'll show you how to massage Maxine's back, shoulders and legs, then we'll take it from there." Scott retrieved a bottle of jojoba oil, and poured some onto Maxine's back, before smoothing it over her, and working it in to her skin. "How does that feel, Maxine?" he asked.

Lara immediately moaned when she felt Joaquin's long weapon hit the delicate part of her womanhood. "You need to start moving, sweetheart. Find the pace that works for you," he said then raised his two hands and began to massage her breasts. Lara seemed to be electrocuted by what Joaquin did. The heat of his palms radiated strongly and penetrated the pores of her skin. And that was on her breasts he was now holding and carefully massaging. The way Joaquin massaged them seemed to give her the rhythm she needed to follow at that moment. And that's exactly what Lara did.

Maria was patient and waited for his response. After a minute, Charles looked at her again and asked, “Are you really a professional?” Maria’s eyes lit up with hope, and she eagerly nodded, exclaiming, “Absolutely! I am fully trained and professional. I made a dedicated effort to study it after my father fell into a vegetative state.” Charles frowned again and asked, “Full body massage?” Maria became even more excited, “Yes, full body massage!” The curve at the corner of Charles' mouth deepened, a hint of slyness in his eyes, “Then I’ll pay you 400 dollars!”