Taboo Massage Novels & Stories

Moans and cries rose into the night. Takumo pulled out and had them form a circle on the cushions. He took each woman in turn while the others touched and licked. He moved from one to another. Fierce thrusts for Takiari. Slow deep strokes for Mikashi. Gentle but firm movements for Aridoari. Their bodies became slick with oil and sweat. “Try new ways,” he said.

I watch as he rises to his feet and begins rounding my desk, not breaking my gaze until he disappears behind my chair. “The key to a good massage is about knowing where to relieve the pressure.” His warm touch rests gently on me, his much larger hands mapping my neck and shoulders, and I fight the shiver curling my toes, promptly losing as it racks my body. “For instance, if I just press here…” A loud, embarrassing moan suddenly escapes me and I quickly slap a hand over my mouth, absolutely mortified by my uncouth reaction. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry.”

He offered both therapeutic and sensual massage. He guaranteed complete discretion. His rate was two hundred dollars flat, whether the session lasted fifteen minutes or two hours. His confidence impressed me. Marcus asked the right questions. He wanted to know how to handle things if Emma felt uncomfortable, suggesting a signed note or my phone as backup. He asked how far I was willing to let things go. He emphasized that Emma’s comfort would guide everything, and that he would never cross her boundaries. He explained that every step beyond a simple massage required clear signals from her. Both of us had to leave fully satisfied, and he warned I might underestimate her desire.

The two men shared a nod and returned to Stella. They sat down on either side of her, boxing her in. Stella felt a change in the atmosphere, the air charged with sexual tension. At this point, she was so horny, she'd even fuck Uncle George just to get off. "Hypnosis can erase the pain of finding out that Richard fucked your mom. Is that something you would be interested in? It should stop the masturbation and self destructive behaviour too. Would you like to give it a go?" George explained, taking a pendant out of his pocket to prepare.

I told her. "Deep tissue massage is used for our clients to treat chronic pain and limited range of motion; improve posture, balance and movement; and help our athletes train. Hot stone massage is used for the same reasons you would use a heating pad, to relieve the tension of your muscles by the use of heat. Please keep in mind that there are times when a specific massage is inappropriate due to certain conditions. I would advise avoiding hot stone massage if your skin is red, inflamed, infected or if you have a breakout of acne.

"Sophia, what are you doing?" Sophia smiled. "It's a special type of massage to promote circulation, dispel stasis and alleviate pain. There are many other benefits too. It's great for boosting one's overall health and I'm giving you this treatment for free."

The masseuse explained the process in that same honey voice, asking about pressure preferences, areas of tension, Injuries and allergies. Then left us to undress and get comfortable under the sheets that felt like silk against my skin. I stripped down to my boxers then hesitated and looked at Lorenzo across the small space. He was already shirtless, and I made myself look away from the expanse of tan skin, the muscles moving under his shoulders as he folded his clothes with meticulous care. I lay face-down on the heated table. The face cradle smelled faintly of sanitizer and essential oils. Heard Lorenzo settling onto his table with the whisper of fabric, the creak of leather.

Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. After his previous massage experience, Dean felt that he was no longer a complete novice. He automatically removed his shirt and pants, lying down on the bed, waiting for Chen to return. It wasn't long before he could sense that Chen had already begun preparing for the session. The room had a faint scent of incense, and soft, soothing music played from the speakers in the corner. The lighting had dimmed, creating a calming, almost dreamlike atmosphere that made Dean feel a bit drowsy.

"Are there any rules?" "Other than simple respect, no," Raimana replied. "Let me show you your unit and explain a few things. Your own personal kitchen was that structure next to the bamboo walkway entrance. If you simply push this button," demonstrating by pressing a large blue button just inside the unit, "someone will be with you very quickly to satisfy any needs that you might have. Each staff member assigned to the open bunch is skilled in the massage arts. They are all trained in Tantric Massage and Kama Sutra and are here for your pleasure, if that should be of interest to you."

This was a massage table. She must have lain here that night when Jasper gave her a head massage. Tabitha lit the calming essential oils and prepared some massage oils for his head. Derek instinctively grasped her hand, "Tabitha, it's been a long time since you last massaged me." "Let's not bring up the past," Tabitha said, brushing off his hand. Before starting, she fetched a razor and carefully shaved his beard. Accustomed to his clean-shaven appearance, the stubble was somewhat off-putting.