Taboo Massage Novels & Stories

One of the skilled therapists greeted us and led us to two massage tables, each outfitted with soft towels and heated for maximum comfort. "Good morning! Welcome to our spa. How are you doing today?" I responded with a "Good, thank you" "We'll be happy to help you relax. Are there any areas of your body that you feel are particularly tense?" "Yes," Luca responded this time. "She used to work as a bartender, and spent almost all of her life standing, bending, and not having any rest." I wanted to look him in the face with a scowl, but I forgot…he was blind.

While Steve was trying to figure out who gave him this viral disease, Claire was lounging in the tub, beginning to feel comfortable trying to get over her virus. That evening Blake arrived at his suite and started dinner. Midway, Tabitha arrived, threw her heels off, and plopped on the couch, showing signs of exhaustion. “How was your day?” Blake asked as he prepared dinner for the two of them. Tabitha looked at Blake with disdain and only closed her eyes. Tabby arrived from the ring and sat next to Tabitha, grabbing the remote for the tv and turning it on. “That bad?” Blake asked, wiping his hands, going over to Tabitha, placing his hands on her shoulders, and beginning a Qi massage to reli

“I’m Iseul, and this is Nabi.” “Hi there,” another voice chimes in. “We’ll be your massage therapists today. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes,” Javan tells them, which is helpful, because Addison is still too tongue-tied to form words at the moment. “This is a full-body massage, which means we’ll massage your neck and shoulders, your back, glutes, thighs, calves, all the way down to your feet. Is there anywhere you want us to avoid today?” Although this is admittedly a foreign experience, the thought of having her muscles worked from head to toe actually sounds amazing to Addison. Especially now, considering she is terribly stressed.

Tabi received an employee discount for her purchases, so she often came home with pretty nice clothes, which is usually what she wore to work. Tabi is known for being friendly, and many have described her personality as "Bubbly." She is petite at just over five feet barefooted. Her butt is round, curvy, and toned. She is athletic and firm. Her tits are not small or flat, but they are also not large. I would say like nice firm coconuts.

I said, my voice steadier than I felt. She nodded and slid a laminated menu across the counter. I scanned it quickly—Swedish, deep tissue, hot stone—until my eyes landed on one near the bottom. “Um, this one,” I said, pointing. “The happy ending—what exactly is that?” Her smile didn’t falter. “It’s a full-body massage with focused attention on releasing tension in the erogenous zones. You get to satisfy yourself down there, with guidance if you’d like.” The words were so matter-of-fact they almost made me laugh. Almost. Instead. “Oh. That sounds… nice. I’ll take the two-hour session with the happy ending.”

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.

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Scott sensed that the sparkling wine was taking effect. "OK, well it's a great way to get things going," Scott said to both of them. "If you want to stand near the treatment couch, I'll show you how to massage Maxine's back, shoulders and legs, then we'll take it from there." Scott retrieved a bottle of jojoba oil, and poured some onto Maxine's back, before smoothing it over her, and working it in to her skin. "How does that feel, Maxine?" he asked.

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.