Massage Stories Novels & Stories

I whispered to him, he immediately lost his grip on me and smiled. "I miss you too, Ashy." He replied as I looked behind him when I noticed that Mason is walking like he's on a fucking runway. There was a sly smirk on his lips and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. "Aw, I thought the doctors cut your arms because it was infected?" I jokingly asked Mason and smiled at him foolishly. "Thanks to hell and they didn't or else it would be a hassle whenever I want to masturbate my díck since I'm not left-handed," Mason replied jokingly and we just laughed at it before I walk towards him and scoop his muscular body to hug him.

Alice hissed after sloshing some hot cocoa on her hands and placed the mug on the side desk. “Come on, let’s run water on your hands.” Megan pulled her into her bathroom and opened the faucet. She placed Alice’s hand in the sink and let the cold water hit her hands. “Take deep breaths. Unfist your hands.” Alice sighed. “I think it’s fine.” She added. “Come. Sit.” Megan added as she went to look for a rubbing cream, “There. Rub this on and don’t you dare tell me you deserve the pain just because you had sex.”

I say and I hand her a cup of tea She sits up and takes the cup from me, takes a sip and says”this is good, thank you” her countenance a bit relieved and she takes another sip “My secret recipe” I boast “Do you happen to have some coconut oil?” I ask, my eyes scanning her room She gestures towards her bedside drawer and I open it and take out a bottle of coconut oil” “Did you know that according to research, getting a foot massage releases more endorphins than a full body massage?” I ask her knowing I just made that shit up

,I reply blushing again. "Yes that pain is only temporary and should ease up in a few days",he says, kissing the back of my head. I sigh cause I don't want to know how he knows this. Disgust fills my gut but I have no time to dwell there cause Mason picks up my bodywash. Before I could wash he takes my pouf away and gently washes my body before washing and conditioning my hair. He is gentle and I relax. I get a massage and the stiffness between my legs ease to a dull throb

Wrapped in a pristine white robe, she embarked on the next phase of her pampering journey. With a renewed sense of serenity, Natasha embarked on a path towards ultimate relaxation—a heavenly massage awaited her. Enveloped in the skilled hands of her masseur, she felt the knots of tension gently unravel, leaving her feeling rejuvenated and at peace. Once the massage drew to a close, she descended with light steps, ready to nourish both body and soul.

SASHA Today was supposed to be exciting. My first official day as a trained masseuse. I had gone through weeks of learning—watching, practicing, even studying human anatomy more than I ever thought I would. I was nervous, but ready. Mr. Marcelo Adrian gave me a smile in the hallway before I entered the spa room. "You’ll do great," he said calmly. Inside, the rooms buzzed quietly. Calm music played in the background, the scent of eucalyptus and lavender drifting through the air.

“Mason!” I jerk back instantly. Madison rushes into the room like a storm in heels, her perfume slicing through the sterile air. She hurries to his bedside and leans over him, wrapping her arms carefully around him. “Oh my God, I heard what happened!” she gushes. “Are you okay? You’re not too hurt, are you?” I roll my eyes so hard it physically hurts. Mason stiffens slightly. “I’m fine,” he says flatly. “You can leave.”

"Don't worry. Ms. Pascal's lights were out when we left." Logan sighed. He felt warm inside because the four girls cared about him. "Alright. I'm tired tonight. Go back and get some rest once you're done with the massage," said Logan as he sprawled himself on the bed. The Four Seasons immediately positioned themselves beside Logan. Aella massaged Logan's temple, Blossom massaged his arms and back, Frostine massaged Logan's thighs, and Luna massaged the soles of his feet. The four of them were trained in martial arts. They had also served Diana of the Crescent Order for close to 20 years. They were much more skilled than ordinary masseuses.

I sighed and walked slowly to the bedroom, trying to ignore a little bit of the distraction right behind me, which ended in total failure especially after he caressed my stomach casually with the tip of his fingers. Moving at a very slow pace, we finally made it beside the bed after managing to grab a towel and dry up a little bit before he circled the towel to cover below his waist. “The BodyBabes’ representative who gave me the hamper said that we have to try the romantic massage oils because it can relax the muscles. It is also safe to use for the whole body and made from food-grade ingredients. So… lay down”, Clayton whispers, with a little dangerously mischievous tone in his baritone vo

She laughed when Franklin splashed her lightly, the petals clinging stubbornly to her toes as she tried to shake them free, her laughter soft but real, echoing through the open space as he watched her with that same quiet warmth that never seemed to leave his eyes when he looked at her. The massage came next, and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced, oils infused with coconut and citrus warming against her skin as skilled hands worked in perfect rhythm, easing every bit of tension from her body in a way that felt almost unreal. Palm fronds brushed against her in slow, sweeping motions that mirrored the sway of the trees outside, and for a while, Cassie stopped thinking altogether,