Massage Stories Novels & Stories

“I want to make sure you’re alright.” Mrs. Nirmala chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Madam. Many husbands accompany their wives. It actually helps the patient relax.” Liora lowered her gaze, embarrassed but smiling. The massage began. Mrs. Nirmala’s fingers moved slowly along Liora’s calves, pressing certain points gently. Warmth spread, and the stiff muscles gradually loosened. “Ah, that feels so good,” Liora whispered. Xavier leaned forward slightly. “It doesn’t hurt?”

Wanda smiled and said, "I'm fine." "Don't force yourself to put on a strong front. I can tell how tired you are. Come on. Flip over and turn your back toward me. I'll give you a massage." "You know how to give massages?" Wanda looked surprised. Cassian chuckled. "Every doctor proficient in traditional medicine is an expert when it comes to massages as well. Hurry up. I'll give you a massage. I promise you'll feel really good after that." "I won't need to take my clothes off, right?" Wanda looked at him and asked.

If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't believe she was an evil drug queen capable of bringing down even the strongest men. "Hello, Mason." She said. Standing up, I shook her outstretched hand. "Hello Carolina. To what do I owe the honor?" She chuckled and sat down. "Can't two friends visit each other with no strings attached?" I sat down, smiling. "You don't do no strings, Carolina." "Are you sure about that, Mason?" "Yes. I'm in a bit of a mood so let's just get over with it." "I can help make you feel better," She stood up and walked around the table to where I was. She touched my shoulders and massaged them. "There's a lot of tension in your body. I can help you get rid of it."

Everything was white, serene, endlessly luxurious. Then the St. James women entered. Within ten minutes: Genevieve questioned the massage therapist’s credentials (“Do you have experience with decades of trauma or just knots?”) Mercedes fell asleep during her steam facial and scared the staff. Abigail requested a fertility-boosting massage and freaked out when the therapist said, “We’ll focus on your womb energy.” Ruth prayed quietly during her deep tissue massage (“Lord, please don't let this woman crack my spine like a glow stick.”)

I murmured before stepping on my toes and leaning in to kiss him. His hand immediately went to my waist, holding me tightly but not painfully before he finally pulled away from me. “Enjoy yourself, okay?” He whispered against my lips. He walked away leaving me alone with the two women. He asked me to enjoy myself the The massage was just what I needed, the women were experts and they made sure to massage each and every knot away from my body. Every tension and pain I didn’t know I was feeling in my body vanished under the touch of their hands and soon I was light weighted and it felt like I was floating in the air.

When she remains undecided if not flummoxed, I move to the next. “Happy endings in my line of work just mean release. Whether that’s physical, mental or emotional. You’d be surprised how many people talk or just cry on my table to unwind. Masseurs are kind of like bartenders and hairdressers, the people that have heard and seen it all. We’re just cheaper than psychiatrists.” I add with a chuckle and see the curiosity overcoming the nerves in her delicate features. While I loved her biting her lip, it was distracting and didn’t let me see just how lush and ripe her mouth is. The layers of her sun colored hair angle around her face, but that mouth and those too large eyes softening to a smile

“Don't try to seduce, bribe, or convince them because all of them are working under me…” “If you don't talk, will you die?” Hayden can't help but scowl loudly at Mason, and all he could hear was Mason's nerve-grating laughter, which made him swear under his breath. “Just wait and see!” He threatened before succumbing to destiny's hands. He promised that he'd pay Mason in installments. Hayden walked towards the five ladies in the inner bathroom, and there he saw an expensive portable therapeutic foldable massage bed, and next to it was a big foldable stand where all the things needed to give Hayden the best service were placed.

“Of course they can, and they’ll be gentle with them.” “O…ok. I’ve never had a massage before.” “I know. If you are uncomfortable with the masseuse touching you, just speak up, and she won’t. I thought it would be best if we had females, considering how protective our mates can be.” “Ok. Thank you.” “Um…What scars? If you don’t mind me asking.” Melissa asked as Molly stuffed a sandwich in her mouth. I turned, lifted my shirt, and showed Melissa the scars on my back from being whipped.

I heard the maiden messaging my hair explained and I just nodded. Her massages eased the tension I hadn’t even realised I still carried. I forgot everything else… the noisy thoughts in my head when I felt those gentle hands on my skin. They worked through my arms down to my shoulders then my back… I was being handled like I was something fragile. Once they were done, I was helped out and patted dry before they resumed working on my body. I was grateful they hadn’t started small talks… I wasn’t really a talker, not that I hated conversing with omegas but… I didn’t feel like they owed me a conversation while they worked.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha