Taboo Massage Novels & Stories

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

the pretty woman said, leading the customer to a private treatment room. The therapy began with a full-body massage using jasmine-scented olive oil to relax her for 45 minutes. Emmy enjoyed Rani’s professional massage so much that she felt relaxed and drowsy. Next came an application of traditional Javanese spice body scrub, which was left on for 15 minutes before being rubbed off to remove dirt and dead skin cells. To finish the body care session, Emmy had a steam treatment using a special heater that released warm vapor, plus a "Miss V" treatment.

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.

She shouted and Emma and I repeated after her, each of us bringing our classes together to make a pleasant clinking sound. Before long, we’d been summoned to lay on the tables the massage therapists (that’s what Cleo told me they’re called) had set up. They dimmed the lights and gave us towels to change into so they didn’t get massage oils on our nice pajamas. I was a little self conscious, but more excited about the massage than I was nervous about being naked. The therapist instructed me to lay on my stomach and she covered my body with a fluffy blanket before I removed my towel and discarded it on the floor, thanking her for allowing me a little bit of modesty as this was my first massage

“Then let it.” Tookes made a low broken noise and pulled Miles down onto him. They had learned how to do this in a chair without making the chair confess. Short movements. Tight. Tookes’s hands full of Miles’s ass, guiding, holding, careful of the healing arm even now. Miles came with his forehead on Tookes’s, shaking, whispering his name without the rank because the rank did not belong in this. Tookes came after, silent, buried, his whole body gone rigid and then loose.

Absolute heaven. After he finished her hands, he arranged her arms alongside her body, palms up. She really didn’t want this to end, but when Brad paused she knew the fantasy was over. She’d totally lost track of time and had no idea how long she’d been lying there. Cain’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Cheraza, Brad and I would like to continue, but we want to ask your permission. Will you trust us enough to give you a more sensual massage? Our touch will be more intimate, and we don’t want you to hesitate to ask us to stop should you feel at all uncomfortable. Brad’s going to blindfold you if that’s okay. It might not sound like it, but the blindfold will help you relax.”

The tub was filling with steaming water, a faint scent of lavender from the bath salts he’d found. I sank into the hot water with a long, breathy sigh, the heat immediately kissing every stinging mark of Mateo's spankings on my ass. It felt heavenly… and torturous at the same time. My nipples tightened instantly from the temperature change, pebbled and sensitive above the waterline. I let out a shaky moan. “Are you okay?” he murmured, grabbing a soft washcloth. "Yes... Daddy." I giggled. He swallowed tightly and knelt beside the tub, rolling his sleeves higher.

Everything was white, serene, endlessly luxurious. Then the St. James women entered. Within ten minutes: Genevieve questioned the massage therapist’s credentials (“Do you have experience with decades of trauma or just knots?”) Mercedes fell asleep during her steam facial and scared the staff. Abigail requested a fertility-boosting massage and freaked out when the therapist said, “We’ll focus on your womb energy.” Ruth prayed quietly during her deep tissue massage (“Lord, please don't let this woman crack my spine like a glow stick.”)

she asked in a low voice that made my stomach tighten with anticipation. I could only nod as best I could against the collar and the straps. The machine began its slow work and the soft tube around my cock started to move while the discs against my nipples came alive with light pulses. The plug in my ass hummed and the deeper probe made every shift of my body send fresh sparks through me. I was already leaking and the clamp on my balls kept me from pulling back even an inch. Julia watched for a while and then left me there knowing the Manhandler would keep me exactly where she wanted for as long as she decided.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.