Sweet Pampering Novels & Stories

Jasmine, still catching her breath, replied in a hushed tone, "They're incredibly sensitive." Now, as a self-described pleasure dom, Aiden reveled in the satisfaction of his partner's pleasure. Empowered by Jasmine’s vulnerability and her susceptibility to his touch, he wasted no time in continuing his ministrations. His fingers squeezed, his lips sucked, his teeth delicately nibbled, and his tongue sensually licked her nipples, alternating between each breast. In between the intense bursts of pleasure, he kissed her deeply, sharing passionate embraces that further fueled their desire.

I listen as he jokes with Damian and Jasper, wondering how I can politely end the dinner and get us upstairs. “Hey Eve, are you OK? You kind of zoned out there,” Damian asks me. “Sorry. I really am. I’ve spent the afternoon being pampered by your mate and she has exhausted me,” I tell him. It’s not a complete lie, I’m a little tired, or perhaps it’s just an eagerness to be in bed with Max. My comment makes Becca laugh, “She just needs practice. Most girly pamper sessions last an entire day, not just a couple of hours,” she chirps.

Pam giggled, looping her arm with mine to lean into me. I couldn’t help but laugh. This woman so easily diffused my anger. Max may not like to think that there’s such a thing as a good woman or that any woman could be different from the ones his dad dates and marries. I know better, though. And Pam is different. I won’t claim this will be more than friends with benefits, but I know she’s not just a booty call. “Come on. Let’s go find a room. They’re supposed to be stocked with various toys and ways to elevate one’s pleasure.” I suggested standing and offering her my hand.

I say excitedly. Every Mother’s Day since she was a baby, we go to a spa together. I get pampered, with mani pedis, a massage while Rose spends little time at the baby spa but she’s getting older so we get to have a spa day together and just hang out. After that, Liam and Rose go out leaving me to do a little day drinking. Watch tv, lay by the pool and just relax.

“I feel so much better. What’s that I heard about going to the spa?” Emma Jean chuckled, “You heard correctly. Let’s go to the spa. Get massages, have a mud bath, the full works. Hair and nails too.” “That sounds positively delightful.” “And we can end the day with a restaurant of your choosing.” “My sweet daughter I do believe you are spoiling me.” “Better to be spoiled than ignored right mommy?” “It’s ’s better to be loved and spoiled than to be ignored.” “I love you mommy.” “And I love you. More than all the words in all the books in the world.”

68. Dark Confessions. ~ Pamela Stephan walked away from me toward the sofa and removed his coat along the way. He dropped it carelessly on the lush carpeted floor. The behaviors of a spoiled child. Although his life was filled with different forms of trauma, he was still dotted by servants who cleaned up after him every time he made a mess. He sat down and spread his legs showing me his bulging erection. I unconsciously licked my lips and gazed at him with tremendous need. I suspected that he knew just what I was going through because I did not.

After my delicious orgasm he gave a few more thrusts cumming inside me and I fell on top of him exhausted, it had been too many pleasurable and beautiful sensations tonight. We stayed like that for a few minutes, him caressing my back while we both felt the salt water, the breeze, the sound of the waves breaking, until Alexander decided to speak again. "Precious" he said catching my attention and I looked into his eyes "Here in front of the sea and this beautiful starry sky I promise you that I will do everything to protect them and make them happy every day of my life." he said referring to me and our baby, his eyes overflowing with so much love and sincerity, that I was inevitably moved ag

“Tonight, you’ll see what real pampering feels like.” A hostess in soft cream robes welcomed us with a serene smile. She led me to a plush seat, placed a delicate glass of something cool and citrusy in my hand, and whispered, “Relax. This is your moment.” And then… It began. Warm water, gentle lighting, oils that made my skin gleam like silk. They painted my nails, polished my toes, rubbed my hands until even my bones seemed to sigh with relief. Steam curled around me, melting away every knot I hadn’t realized I carried.

“You did all this?” Kingsley carried me closer to the tub and set me down gently on the edge. He knelt in front of me, his hands resting on my knees as he looked up at me with that same tender expression that always made my heart skip. “I wanted you to come home to something beautiful,” he said softly. “After the party, after everything you faced tonight… you deserve to be pampered. Let me take care of you tonight, Sara. No pressure, no rush. Just me spoiling you the way you deserve.”

"I'm not going to fuck you. Not yet. Right now, I'm just going to take care of you. Make you feel good. Take away the sting." His tongue moved in long, slow strokes, avoiding her overstimulated clit, focusing instead on the broader area, soothing rather than inflaming. And impossibly, it worked. The burning soreness started to ease, replaced by a gentler, warmer sensation. Her muscles began to relax, the tension draining from her body. "That's it," Damien praised, his hands stroking her thighs. "Just let me take care of you. Let me show you what it means to be mine. The pleasure and the pain. The rough and the gentle. Everything."