Taboo Massage Novels & Stories

Licking her lips, Janice settled her pussy over the vanity table. It was a little weird, yes, but ever since her husband forbade her from having toys, Janice had had to be creative with how she got herself off. She’d discovered from reading a smut book that rubbing your pussy on the edge of the table could get you off even faster. And that was what she was going to do. Hiking one leg up, she pressed herself against the cool rounded edge and started rocking slowly. A soft whimper escaped her throat and she closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her breasts.

EMMA The room was warm and dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I lay on my stomach on the luxurious massage table, the slim white towel draped modestly over my lower body. My heart was still beating faster than normal after realizing my masseur was a man — and not just any man, but one who looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

Any other girl would hardly stand a chance in front of her. They were taken into a cosy dim lit room, warm wooden floorings kissed their feet as they breathed in the essence of aroma oils that they use for the tretaments. Edwin was dressed into a towel gown for body massage and Stella was taken for head massage and some feminine pedicure thing so she was sitting at a distance from him. The massage was very relaxing as the fellow said that he was using teatree oil that work as amazing stress reliever. His eyes however rested on Stella.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

"I'm sure no one will notice our absence." I giggled, amused. "Alright let's go!" We left the venue, hailed a cab and ordered the driver to take us to the red district. After a short ride, we arrived at our destination and gave the driver a good tip. We exited the car and entered the building with Therapeutic Massage Parlor signage at the entrance of the 5-story building. The place offers a wide array of foot massage, back massage, full body massage services and more. I especially liked the foot massage. It is my addiction. It relaxes me.

he growled, voice thick with lust. I moaned inaudibly, too fuck-drunk to make out words as he pushed his fingers deeper and occasionally lowered himself to run feathery kisses along my narrow back. Adjusting myself on the table, I spread my gluteal folds wider to grant him easy access, offering myself willingly. Soon, he found what he was looking for—my prostate. He expertly rubbed, grazed, flicked, and tapped against the G-spot till I was reduced to a moaning mess under him, my body writhing uncontrollably.

"And the taboo... the fact that you're my student... only makes it all more delicious." "Yes... yes..." Dirly panted, her hips arching, trembling, "...impossible to resist... I want more... I can't control myself..." He smiled, pulling her by the waist and positioning her on the counter again, sliding his hand inside her panties firmly, provoking, penetrating with his fingers, each touch bolder, each movement more intense. Dirly held the edge of the counter, trembling, arching her back, her moans turning into muffled cries of pleasure and guilt, the taboo making everything even more exciting.

She's enjoying this fully. Justin is working carefully and professionally, which he is happy about after last night. He wants his mother to be proud of him and his skill. He skillfully massages Marsha up and down the spine, around the shoulder blades, her neck, and even down her hips into her gluts. Marsha is now feeling relaxed, but also starting to feel vulnerable now as she feels more naked with Justin's hands on her bum. She knows how professional he's behaving and tries to relax. On the upside, it feels absolutely fantastic. She never knew a massage felt so good.

My junior is so excited to feel her touch. "Sara, go down." I want to enjoy her beautiful massage on my body while closing my eyes, but I have to open my eyes repeatedly to give her instructions. She massaged every part of my body, avoiding contact with my junior. Why is she torturing me like this? "Can I now go to sleep, Aron?" She put massage oil back on the table. "And who is going to massage it?" I gestured with my eyes toward my dick. "I did not believe that your genitalia were experiencing discomfort, Aron, as massage is typically reserved for the alleviation of physical pain." She refrained from touching my dick.