Massage Stories Novels & Stories

Kai’s POV “A lot of clients come here because of ED, I realized today. So this has been an ancient custom. Massage with herbs.” I hum. His palms rub with friction, descending on my cock. I cradle my hands over my head, relaxing while he does what he knows best to me. “This done everyday with the person you get wet to touching you cures your condition faster than any drug or therapy would. Likewise having regular sex with the person you like.” My eyes go pale.

After the call dropped, Ivy Haddock hugged her phone tightly and look out the window before saying, “I'm sorry baby but I have to do this!” ********** In a large spacious and luxurious spa, Maya Quentin and her best friend, Tiffany Garret lay down on the message board with their faces covered with facial masks as the therapist massages their body. The therapist applied a little bit of oil to her hands and knead Maya's back slowly and gently. She continued the same process for a while and then move to her legs. After a while, she and her assistant were through with the both of them. However, the two young women continue to lay back on the bed with their eyes closed. Savoring the relaxing feel

"My name is Lucas. Today, I'll be looking after you. Follow me, please. Mia immediately followed him into a secluded room, swallowing, as her heart pounded. Shadows swirled across the walls as candles ignited at the edges. In the middle was a massage table covered with fluffy white linens. Lucas gave her a few moments to get ready before telling her to undress to her level of convenience and lie face down. As she got onto the table and covered herself with the sheet, Mia undressed, her skin burning with anticipation. Lucas was like a blast of fire as soon as he got back, his hands sliding over her shoulders. The pressure was intense but enticing, expertly kneading any holes on her back

I tried to comfort her. I definitely saw everything and it was beautiful. “Do you promise?” She asked. Sometimes you have to lie to make someone feel better. I hummed, confirming her promise. The massage lasted for an hour, a whole hour of me not being able to get the image of her ass out of my head, it was so thick and round. Something you just want to bite as you squeeze it. “A bath has been drawn for you through that door.” I pointed as she looked for the door.

he told her. "There's an energy that passes between people when we touch. It's very healing. Have you ever had an actual massage?" "No." "You should get one. You'll be amazed how you feel afterward. Be selective. Don't go to the Asian places. Find one that's only open during the week and closes not later than six pm." "Why?" Maggie grinned. "Just trust me," she said. "Now, go home and tell your mom how much you appreciate all she's done."

EMMA The room was warm and dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I lay on my stomach on the luxurious massage table, the slim white towel draped modestly over my lower body. My heart was still beating faster than normal after realizing my masseur was a man — and not just any man, but one who looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

She was his. Mine. Mason unbuckled her cuffs before collapsing beside her, bringing her wrists down with him so he could massage them. She closed her eyes as she tried to get her breath. Mason hadn’t been lying when he told her he was going to push her. They had used spanking in the past, but the small pinches of pain he’d used on her were something new and she was surprised at how much it had turned her on. She looked down at her body and saw the marks he’d left on her and his cum on her belly. She slipped a hand out of his grasp and swirled her fingers through the mess, marveling at how it felt on her skin. It was more than just a physical reaction, it affected her heart too. It was almost

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.

TRIGGER WARNING: PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE IN THIS CHAPTER As I laid on the massage table, the masseuse asked, “Would you prefer the pregnancy massage?” I nodded, “I would like that.” She immediately started the massage and I was almost asleep when hurricane Lacey walked into my room, hugging me, “I’m so sorry I’m late. I overslept and I know that’s not a good excuse, but it’s the truth. I’m so sorry. Do you forgive me?”

I replied to her. "Uhm... Boss asked me to massage your foot, waist, and head for you. He mentioned that your foot would be tired after the whole day of being on the bed, and your waist too. The head massage is for your injury so it won't hurt your head," She explained to me, and I scoffed in disbelief. Miles is surely getting weirder every damn day and it's getting me even more confused. "I'm not a professional masseur, but I'll do my best," She further said, and I briefly sighed.