Massage Stories Novels & Stories

"I like how you care about me and support me. So no matter what happens to you, you'll always be my favorite mister!" Upon hearing that, Ambrose's heart trembled slightly. Larissa skillfully massaged several acupoints on his legs, making him feel comfortable. "You've learned massaging before?" He was surprised. "A doctor taught me when I was in the countryside back then," Larissa replied vaguely. Ambrose arched his brows and didn't ask anything more. Larissa would talk about it on her own if she wanted to. As expected, soon after, she tentatively said, "Mister, that doctor also taught me acupuncture and some medical knowledge. As long as I massage you every day, your leg muscles won't shrink

“Honestly? Not much lately. I used to love yoga, but even that fell off. Tried dating apps after the breakup, but everyone seems so… superficial. How about you? Being a massage therapist must be rewarding helping people unwind every day.” “It is,” she replied, her palms gliding down my back now, long smooth strokes that sent little waves of relief through me. “I love seeing clients leave lighter. But it’s intense work too. My hands get a workout, and sometimes I take the stress home with me. These long dark curls don’t help when I’m bent over tables all day.” She laughed lightly, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

I was just Hazel Sweeney, a woman about to become a mother. In the first month after leaving, Cameron called 37 times and sent over 20 text messages. From the initial "Where have you been?" to later "Hazel, don't make a fuss." Finally... Cameron: [You're alone out there and pregnant. What if something happens? Come back. We'll talk it out.] I did not reply to any of the messages, and then I changed my phone number. As for Winona, I heard she was admitted to the VIP ward arranged by Cameron and was enjoying the best medical resources.

– Megan gave her a light elbow in the shoulder, making her smile shyly. - I still haven't overcome all my insecurities, unfortunately. But luckily I have Mahara and her wonderful couch to help me with that. So please don't rat me out. – Missy pretended to beg, good-humored – Heaven knows I would be absolutely nothing without her therapy sessions. She gave a falsely regretful sigh, unable to help but smile happily.

I screamed when the masseuse hit the right spot. " am so glad you like it sir " The masseur said sexily. " " yes,yes that spot " I moaned when she massaged my shoulder blade. Her hand work like magic. It hit every wall of body and soon I was feeling like I was in paradise. I continued moaning as she massage me. " do you want just only massage or you want our special services sir " she said in a seductively tone. " maybe you forget what you came here to do or do you want me to feed you to my dogs " I snapped angrily at her.

S We talked about everything and nothing as she worked, the conversation flowing easily between us. I found myself sharing things about how beautiful my Pack use to be with her that I had never told anyone else, and she listened with compassion and understanding. Finally, she finished up and I opened my eyes, feeling a little disoriented. The massage had felt like a dream, and it was hard to believe that it was over. "Thank you," I said, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Maya smiled warmly. "Anytime Miss” she said, leaving me to take my bath before we resumed.

"You going to be okay?" Mason asked wrapping his arms around Danica. "Yeah, I'll be okay." Danica responded leaning against him. After returning home Mason decided to run a nice hot bath for the both of them, his way of trying to help Danica feel the slightest bit better about the news they had recieved. Stripping had been slightly awkward for Danica due to Mason's blanching when he saw the scars that now permanently littered her back from Marie, but once she had submerged her body she couldn't help but admit that the bath was helping.

Madam Tina looked at me lovingly, and Vivian agreed. "Alright, Mia is our princess, and I want her to look fabulous too. You can go on," Vivian reclined in her seat, while Madam Tina led me to the massage room. As I entered, she informed me to take off all my clothes and to lay nàked on the massage table. Obeying her, I stripped and laid on the massage leather table, and my mind wandered through the night's activity ahead. Once Madam Tina was done putting on her hand gloves as she set her hot massaging equipment and massaging oils ready, she moved over to meet me. Her hands gripping the equipment as she resumed a full body massage therapy on me.

My shower is quick and I dumped myself in bed, dreaming of my spa date tomorrow. And tomorrow came faster than I expected and it was amazing. Got that massage that I so needed and got a cute Mani and Pedi combo, after all, daddy's princess should always be looking good. The massage was exhilarating and it was from my business partner, she did smell the tinge of blood but nothing she wasn't used to and she was trying to get the details of the mission out of my lips.

He signals for Cataleya. She and Amora come around to congratulate us. Richard slaps Michaelon the back, a little too forcefully. Amora claps her hands together. “You guys are going to love the couple’s massage. They’re actually going to teach you how to massage each other.” I barely control my flinch. Touch Michael? I’ve never had unfettered access to him, and it might be more than I can handle. “Great,” he says hollowly. “Lead the way.”