Massage Stories Novels & Stories

”Sorry, ma’am. “Both of them are okay, right? Caden and Alora?” “Yeah, In fact, I even caught them kissing.” “Oooh, I guess they’re making progress.” Mason grinned. He was really happy for Caden. He coaxed the muscles on Gianna’s arms and she moaned almost as if she was enjoying a mild orgasm. He wondered if this would become a regular occurrence. He would have to learn how to actually perform a decent massage. He was only doing what he thought was a good way to give a massage.

She mumbled before cleaning the wound with the handkerchief. "What's funny?" Stacey asked when she heard Mason's laughter. "I have the wound but it seems like you are the one feeling the pain." "How can you be joking now?" She frowned and he smiled. She took the other part of the handkerchief she had given to him earlier and tied it around his palm after making sure the wound was properly cleaned. "This would do for now." "Thank you." Mason appreciated. "How did you learn to fight that way?" She asked. "Karate classes."

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.

Me: Wait o, did you study physio-therapy? She: **Laughs** Why do you ask? Me: The massage you gave my shoulders was awesome. I felt relieved almost instantly, thank you… She: **Smiles** I used to work as masseuse… Me: 😮 Really?? She: Yeah… Me: No wonder, you did that so well… She: Thanks… Me: **Licking my lower lips** Ehmm, I kinda have some pain in my lower back o… Is there anything you can do to relieve it?

It was killing me having to lie to her so much. "Deal. I'll tell you everything you want to know." "Alright. I'll get everything set up." Once we got to the counter the receptionist took us straight back. Our first stop was for a full body massage. They brought us each a glass of champagne, told us to get undressed and that our masseuse would be in shortly. We drank our champagne, got undressed and laid on the massage tables, then a few moments later the masseuses came in. She worked pure magic over my whole body. It felt so amazing, all the tension that had built up the last few months was finally being released. I needed this more than I realized, it had been so long since I had a full bod

Willow clarifies. “All this is already making my head ache,” I say and she looks around ge house until she spots her target. Willow walks over to the couch and she sits down. She gestured at me to come over and I seat beside her. She placed my head on her laps and she messages my scalp gently. “My mom would say when a man his over thinking too much, a head massage will relive him from every thing he was thinking about and he would see it on a more lighter term,” She says as her long fingers disappears in my hair.

However, since I have already massaged oil all over her body, there is little I can do to assist her at this point. "Would you like some coffee, madam?" I tried to disregard her questions about my education because I didn't want to lie to her any longer about my massage therapy degree. "Sara, please don't put too much pressure on your injured feet. I'll make us some coffee." "What?" When I heard her, my jaw fell open. How did she become so kind to me? Is this all a result of my clit-rubbing? I questioned myself.

“You’re doing this on purpose!” Nolan still did not let her go. He tickled Maisie to the extent where she teared up from all the laughter. “Nolan, just how childish can you be? Hahahaha!” “Have you gotten tired from all the laughing?” he asked. Maisie laughed until she was out of breath, so she lay against the edge of the pool and glared at him. “What do you think?” “So, do you feel more relaxed?” he asked. Maisie was stunned for a split second. She had been swamped for more than half a year and had not taken any time off during this period. It would be a lie to say that she was not tired, but she felt a lot more relaxed now after the massage and laughter.

The moment I sit down, Lyssa smiles proudly. “It won’t hurt, I promise,” she says confidently. “I watched some massages online minutes ago and I’m sure I’ll do great.”

Maya took me through the usual: a pedicure that left my toes perfectly polished, a manicure that made me feel polished and untouchable, and finally a massage table that promised both relaxation and… escape. The massage began slow, deliberate, each motion of the therapist’s hands loosening more than just my muscles. I closed my eyes, letting the scent of lavender and eucalyptus fill my senses. My body responded almost before my mind did, the warmth spreading in lazy waves, my pulse quickening with every careful stroke. Halfway through, Maya’s phone buzzed frantically. “Emergency,” she whispered, apologetic, eyes darting toward the clock. “I have to run. Can you hold on for a few more minutes?