Taboo Massage Novels & Stories

Tessa’s eyes widened when she saw him, thinking he looked good in any type of clothes. Aaron approached her and did a bow, saying, “Good afternoon, Miss. I’ll be your masseur for the day.” “What packages are you offering today?” Tessa asked, playing along. Aaron grinned and stepped closer. He said in a low voice, “I recommend the Swedish massage that will make you relax and relieve your tension. I also offer extra services if you need them.” Tessa arched an eyebrow and inquired, “And what are those extra services?” Aaron smirked and replied, “I can make you feel good in ways that can’t be explained… I’m quite skilled with my tongue and I have a very big package. It is said that orgasms help

I nodded. He got lube from the drawer without looking away from me. I hooked a leg around his hip. He lifted. The wall was cold on my back. He pushed in slow and I bit his shoulder to keep from making noise. He held there until I breathed again. Then he moved. It was not like the closet. It was not like the desk. It was deeper. Slower at first, then not. His forehead against mine. His hand braced beside my head. Every thrust knocked a small sound out of me that I swallowed.

Mrs. Grace’s husband had booked the "Total Sensory Reset" as a surprise for their anniversary. He had told her it was a world-class treatment, something to help her forget the stress of the city. But the luxury came with strict conditions. As the attendant led her into the private suite, a thick, black silk blindfold was pulled tight over her eyes. The knots were checked twice. "You must not remove the blindfold, Mrs. Grace," the attendant whispered sharply into her ear. "Under no circumstances. If the seal is broken before the session ends, you will face a 5-million fine and a lifetime ban from all Royal Spa locations. Do you understand?"

“Your body reacted too intensely for a casual listener… almost like you’d fantasized about the moment.” Lila’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the pen and began signing the NDA. Her mind raced. Did he know anything? The tension in the air felt electric. She finished signing and slid the paper back, desperate to change the subject. “Why did you come in to do the massage yourself? You have so many staff… so why?” Kai leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, maintaining that cool, confident mask. “I own the spa. I just wanted to professionally offer my service. Relaxing people also helps me relax.”

Even so, I followed Hazz's excitement, following him by the hand as we were guided by a kind man who spoke both Portuguese and English. We entered the massage room, where only two beds were, as well as an oriental lady with a totally unparalleled education. She asked us to take off our bathrobes and lie down. At least we were already wearing underwear, because I warned Hazz that the massages were effective with the least possible use of pieces. We exchanged a single loaded look, and I imagined those oils being used for something else, and if it weren't for the kind lady, Hazz's malicious smile would have made me lose my composure.

The ground was uneven, full of potholes. They walked for a while, and Edgar’s brow furrowed. Amelia stopped at a Traditional medicine shop. Calling it a "traditional medicine shop" was an overstatement. The place was small and rundown, right on the street, with a sign next to the door. The sign read: "Foot Massage 30, Full Body Massage 50, Special Offer on Moxibustion Bundles!" This was clearly a "foot spa" – and one without proper credentials! Edgar stared at Amelia. “Second Sister, what is this?”

His voice dripped with sarcasm. Ignoring his remark, I knelt beside his wheelchair and gently placed my hands on his leg. Two years of studying under Master Elara had taught me various massage techniques for healing and pain relief. "I know how to do this properly," I said, carefully applying pressure to his calf muscle. "I learned therapeutic massage in the Sunstone Territories." His leg was rigid beneath my touch, the muscle knotted with tension. I worked methodically, feeling the tissue gradually soften under my fingers. "Will you be able to stand again?" I asked quietly, concentrating on a particularly tight knot.

As Lian soaked in the warm bath, the scent of lavender and chamomile wafted through the air, attempting to calm his frazzled nerves. The sound of gently lapping water against the tub's edges created a soothing melody, but Lian's mind refused to quiet down. Jin's presence outside the bathroom door was a constant reminder that he was being watched, that his every move was being monitored.

I circled it once with my thumb and she shivered hard. “I used to be a masseur,” I told her. “Before the tech companies and the corner office. I know exactly how to take tension out of a body. Let me show you.” She stared at me for a long moment. Then she nodded once, small and shaky. I knelt between her legs and pushed her chair back so I had room. “Keep your legs open,” I said. “Just like that. Good girl.”

“You need to focus on my eyes, rose.” “I don’t think I can when you are doing something forcefully.” He sighs. Here is another failure and a crap amount of embarrassment. Embarrassing event no. 3 One of the points is getting close to one another on different levels, not necessarily sexually (which we are super close to, by the way). Massage is another option. Simple and sweet, what can go wrong here, right? But this one is the worst, and I never tell you to follow anything which is published online. Take a lesson from watching my tragedies.