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“Alpha is being a good host. It is not like you are going to be here forever or anything.” I frowned. Ronan’s voice had a strange edge to it. Before I could figure it out, his fingers pressed into my shoulders. A broken sigh slipped from my lips. I could hear Ronan’s smile as he spoke. “Great, it is already working.” All I could feel on my body was his fingers rubbing in rhythmic circles but those simple movements were doing wonders on the inside. My whole body was relaxing like never before. “You should consider opening a massage parlor with those skills,” I whispered. “I will pay a lot of money to feel this now and then.”

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

Soft, soothing music playing in the background, filling the space with tranquil melodies. "Mia," I whisper, my voice tender and caring, "I am going to give you a massage. I want to help melt away the stress of the last couple of days and show you how much I cherish you. Is that something you would like?" Mia's eyes sparkle with gratitude and anticipation. She nod, her trust in me evident as she settle herself on the bed, ready to receive my loving touch. I begin by sitting beside Mia, my hands resting on her shoulders. I take a deep breath, grounding myself in the present moment, and then start to apply gentle pressure, kneading away the tension that had built up throughout the days.

And here we are now, chilling in Rosie’s house after dinner. I felt Rosie’s fingers came in contact with my cheekbones. She gently pressed her fingertips and rub both sides of the temples. I let out a relief sigh as her fingers keeps on repeating the same circular motion around that spot. Rosie would sometimes move her hands up along my hairline until they meet in the middle of my forehead and massage it. “You are overworking yourself, you know that?” I smiled, still with my eyes closed, “am I?” “You can prove your worth, but not by forcing yourself. It won’t bring you any good.”

The walls are hung with tapestries, deep blues and burnt oranges, patterns that make my eyes trace loops and whorls like fingerprints. The massage table’s wider than I expected, the vinyl smooth and cool under my palms when I press down. A heated pad hums beneath the sheets, the warmth seeping into my skin even through the fabric. "Strip to your comfort level," Lena instructs, her voice dropping an octave. "We’ll be using a blend of jojoba and ylang-ylang today. Good for tension." She winks. "All kinds of tension." Kirly doesn’t hesitate, kicking off her heels and peeling her blouse over her head. I’m slower, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

In the exclusive private spa of the city’s most sought-after masseur, 38 years Marcus offers more than just relaxation. His hands are legendary for melting tension and unlocking deep, hidden desires. When Ryan the high strung executive client books a late night deep tissue session, Marcus quickly discovers that Ryan’s body is carrying far more than work stress. What begins as professional massage quickly turns into raw, sensual exploration... slow, oily strokes, deep tissue release, and intense full-body sessions that leave both men craving more. In the quiet, dimly lit treatment room, boundaries dissolve as professional touch becomes deeply intimate, possessive, and addictive.

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

he growled. "Like what?" I moved my hands in a long, slow stroke from his hip down to the top of his knee. The oil made the friction effortless, my skin sliding over his in a way that felt dangerously intimate. "This is a medical massage, Mr. Slater. If you're reacting to it, that's your problem, not mine."

Ronald sees that her eyes are drooping. “You can close your eyes if you want. There is not much you can do today. We are only working on blood flow and to release some of the tension in your joints.” Ronald smiles at her. Ally smiles back at him but does not close her eyes just yet. She is very tired but she likes seeing someone other than Gayle today. “Massages are good for blood flow.” Ally says jokingly. Ronald meets her gaze and chuckles softly.

It was true that he had proposed but first he had come in the middle of the night and second he had not refused, quite the opposite. He ran his hands down the center of his back massaging his shoulder blades until he was satisfied and then moved his fingers to the edges of his waist where he began up and down motions. This area of ​​Madox's was stiff from overworked muscles so he rose slightly to apply more pressure.