Massage Point Loma Novels & Stories

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.

‘I want to give my MILF the full-body massage she deserves to get you nice and relaxed for afterwards. She sent me back an eggplant emoji, a peach emoji, a water spray emoji and a drooling emoji. I sent her back my address, followed by a heart emoji and a peach emoji. Later, as the day was coming to a close, I sent Marissa a message asking if she wanted another massage after work since I had time to stay late. ‘God, yes please, ’ she sent back.

“Not at all. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Once the masseuse was done with my shoulder, she worked on my neck. She pressed and released, massaging along my neck, all the way to my hairline, her hands on either side of my spine. She then moved around to stand in front of my head. As soon as her fisted hands gently but firmly moved across the tops of my shoulders, I felt myself release some tension. “So, what did you want to talk about?” I opened my eyes. “Manuel Ortega and Caisse Méridien.”

“Is this good for a massage?” “Yes, Luna. It’ll help calm the body and relax the mind too,” the Omega answered. When I closed the door and untied my robe again, joining Kal in the bed, I began to apply the eucalyptus oil on his back. He moaned in delight as my hands worked, gently massaging from the back of his neck down to the bottom of his spine. I even included his ass just so I could tease my mate and spank his buttcheeks.

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.

The aroma of red wine, tomatoes, and herbs that filled the kitchen, made the atmosphere rich, and mouthwatering. "Forty-five minutes more, Mrs. Romano. Low and slow, just as you specified." "Perfect." Emilia smiled, tasting the sauce from a wooden spoon. Her eyes closed in satisfaction. "Oh, that's beautiful. Jax is going to love this." Her assistant, Claire, appeared in the doorway, with a phone pressed to her shoulder. "Mrs. Romano? The masseuse from Serenity Spa is confirmed for seven o'clock. I've set up the massage table in the east parlor, with candles, and essential oils—lavender and eucalyptus like you requested. Should I have them bring their own music, or would you prefer the sound

“Well, I suppose I could spare a few minutes to help the needy. Of course, you'll have to pay me what you're paying your regular massage therapist. No harm in making a little extra money.” Darn it, he should have just mentioned the money in the first place, Mason scolded himself in his head. Now he laid face down on the massage table, the muscles in his back rippling as he got comfortable and Gianna's mouth nearly went dry just having to witness it. She took a deep breath, and reminded herself she was only rendering a paid service, even though for the past couple of weeks, the only person she’d been working for was Mason. She poured a small amount of neroli oil into her palms, rubbing them t

His face turned red from pale, and he felt like biting his tongue off. 'Fuck!' 'Why couldn't I just fucking keep quiet?' Stella looked at the doctor. "Can I massage his Hoku Point?" The doctor was slightly surprised before he nodded and said, "You can try." Then, Stella said to Leighton softly, "I'll massage your hand for you. Let me know if it makes you feel any better." Leighton had no idea how massaging his hand would help with the pain. However, his burning sensation was so unbearable that he just nodded.

More importantly, the massage I was giving Luna before our food was brought and I was told that my father wanted to see me. I could see she that she was very tense and tired, so I decide to give her a shoulder and neck massage. I moved behind her and I started massaging her shoulders. I asked her if it felt good and if I should continue, she said yes, she was enjoying it, so, I continued. She started moaning and it was such a beautiful sound.