Massage Stories Novels & Stories

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

Libby expected Quinn to pull his ball cap down over his eyes out of embarrassment, but he nodded to the men and directed her to the two empty chairs. Gorgeous, blonde and enormously pregnant AJ McKay stepped front and center. “Good to see everyone this afternoon. First we’ll watch a twenty-minute film on basics of massage and then we’ll get to the hands-on portion of the class.” She smiled. “If anyone has questions at any point, don’t hesitate to ask. And if you tend to be a little shy—” she looked directly at Quinn, “—I’ll be happy to answer questions in private.” The lights dimmed. The movie rolled. Libby expected soft-core p**n or worse, a thinly disguised instruction manual, but the vide

Done with the hand, he went to her leg doing all he has done to her wrist there on the leg too, and when he has finally finished neatening the surface, he brought out from the box an ointment. He opened the circled cover and wiped out a finger full of the waxy substance on two of his fingers, softly he rubbed it on the surface, gently massaging it for some time. Missy felt a bit relaxed, she looked into the face of the man bent and taking care of her, seeing the monster he’s called and also seeing someone totally different, someone is who just broken and needs a second chance. She could blame and she also couldn’t, it’s twisted beyond the judge of thought and incidents. The way he gently mas

We were guided to plush light-colored chairs and handed glasses of bubbly champagne which we sipped out of instantly. May turned to Shayna and i. “We are starting with relaxing massages. The masseuses here have magic hands and we're literally to die for, Their touch will literally make you feel like you are on cloud nine which was exactly what we desperately needed considering how busy we all were. We need to rewind once in a while.” “I agree, I could really use some magic hands right about now. I have had a crazy week at work, I don't even care about the money, I just need some rewinding.” I nod agreeing with Shayna.

It wasn't her way. "That confirms you haven't learned a damn thing," I sighed. I returned my attention to my gurney buddy. In case there is any confusion, all oil body massages between gender appropriate couples involves oral, pelvic and nipple stimulation with fingers and the tongue. Honestly, I read it somewhere. In the final climb to orgasm, my medic coughed up her name, Layla, then she gushed all over my hand. Aisha was about to bust a blood vessel she was so screwed up inside.

“Hubby, you’ve been working too hard. Let me help you relax.” Before he could protest, her small hands landed on his shoulders. At first, she kneaded lightly, imitating the serious tone of a professional masseuse. “You see, Mr. Mayer, this is a special massage for executives only,” she teased. Maurice pressed his lips together, struggling not to laugh as she continued, her hands sliding down in exaggerated patterns. “Oh dear, these knots are terrible. But don’t worry, your beautiful wife will save the day.” He tried to keep his focus, but the moment her fingers slipped boldly inside his shirt, brushing his chest, he nearly signed his name upside down.

MASON’S POV "Would you like me to continue the massage?" I asked gently. Christiana hesitated. "Yes...no... I don't know." I smiled reassuringly. "We'll take it slow." I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Trust me," I whispered. Christiana's eyes locked onto mine. "I'll try," she said softly. As I began the massage again, this time, she wasn’t cursing, wasn’t angry, just relaxing.

Cara straddled my leg, rubbed sunscreen between her palms, and began to massage from my knee up my thigh to under my shorts. "Oh god that feels good," I moaned. "Like a real massage." She laughed. "Well yeah. Your muscle is tight, Joey." She continued the long firm strokes until she felt my muscle soften. "Oh yeahhhh," I moaned, when I felt my whole leg relaxing. Her soft hands pushed under my shorts a little more on each stroke. My cock had been hard and lolling off to the side. She rubbed a little more, then I felt her hands higher under my shorts. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing her not to stop.

Emily. I had just finished packing my massage kit oils, towels, the foldable table, a few extras I definitely wasn’t licensed to use when the address popped up on my phone. A Marine, twenty-eight, full lower-body cast, “therapeutic massage required.” My pussy clenched so hard at the description I almost dropped the bottle of almond oil. It wasn’t part of my nursing contract, but my cunt had stopped caring about contracts months ago. It hunted now. And tonight it had scented prey.