Massage Point Loma Novels & Stories

Luca chuckled and moaned again then she received a hit on his head. "Hey!" he complained and was touched by the bruised head. "It hurts." "I can't focus on the massage because of your chatter and flirtation. Shut up if you don't want me to leave here," Carnation threatened. Luca laughed but did what she said, he didn't make any noise until she finished massaging him. Carnation seated on the edge of the bed after completing her task. She watched the man fall asleep, she didn't know if he fell asleep because of the massage or because he was so tired.

I had learned that Lavender worked, from the team physiotherapist two seasons ago and had not used anything else since. I dispensed two careful pumps into my palm, pressed my hands together and massaged the oil evenly across both palms until the warmth from my hands had taken the chill off it. Then I settled beside Liam and placed both hands at the top of his shoulders. I started at the base of his neck and worked outward with my thumbs pressing slow and firm circles into the muscle on either side of his spine. Also moving with enough pressure to get into the tension without adding to it. His shoulders were carrying everything and I could feel it the moment I made contact in that specific ti

Nevertheless, he decided to let the matter slide and focused on the present moment. Elena closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. She had promised Liam a good massage, and she was determined to deliver on that promise. With single-minded focus, she began to work her way down his body, starting at his temples and moving slowly down to his neck, chest, and abs.

“Lucky for you, I'm really good at giving massages.” I stand in between his legs and tilt his head upwards. I place my hands on his temples, my fingers rubbing slow, circular patterns to ease the pain. Liam heaves a harsh breath and asks, “How'd you know you're good at giving massages?” My fingers stiffen against his temples. Oh crap!

Lora quickly showered and went to the living room. As promised, the twins gave her a clumsy foot massage. “Do you feel better, Mommy?” Ella asked as she tried her best to use her little fingers to massage one of Lora’s legs. Although Lora felt like she was being tickled, her heart felt full. She smiled and said, “Thank you so much… the massage has made me feel better.” Ethan had a serious look on his face as he worked on Lora’s other leg, pretending to be a professional masseur.

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?”

Hazel replies " Do you want to talk about it, Jonathan?" I make a funny face, narrowing my gaze at her and moving my mouth sideways. Now she wants to be close to me? "Actually, I need a massage. In that case, only Iolla is a master at it. Let's talk about your business after dinner, Hazel." "All right." She stretches out the "u" ironically and leaves. I take off my shirt and sit down on the sofa in front of lolla so that she can massage my back. She begins. She moves her fingertips down in a circular motion, but focuses on where there are points of tension, such as the shoulders.

I’m pretty sure the only reason Liam didn’t jump me then and there was because of the listening audience outside. Our first stop is a hot stone massage. We lay side-by-side on matching masseur benches while two women turn us both into puddles. We hold hands through most of it. Then there was a Himalayan salt exfoliation, followed by mud masks and mani-pedis. I smile at Liam through my drying mud mask as a woman sees to his cuticles and then massages his hands. “I knew there was a reason you always look so put together,” I say. “Mhm,” Liam replies, clearly in spa heaven.

Her response puzzled Lana. Noticing Lana's scrutiny, Marion joked, "Are you perhaps a doctor too?" The masseuse chimed in, "You wouldn't believe it, Madam. Lana's remedies are incredible. I used to have unbearable menstrual pain for a decade. But with only three doses of her prescribed supplements, it disappeared completely." Marion remained skeptical. "Is it really that amazing?" Lana didn't press further, replying indifferently, "Believe it or not, it's entirely up to you."

Her hands were strong, warm, slick with oil that smelled like peppermint. But I was still tense and you wanna know why? Because Lorenzo was right there and the small sounds he made when the masseuse hit a particularly tight spot, these quiet masculine grunts that did things to my body I didn't want to think about. "You're very tense," my masseuse said softly, her accent vaguely Scandinavian. "Try to breathe. Deep breath in, hold, release and relax into it." I tried but it didn't work because Lorenzo's breathing was getting deeper and I was hyperaware of every sound, every shift of his body on the table, every time the leather creaked under his weight.