Yoni Massage Novels & Stories

The nerves are starting to kick in. I am hit with the scent of lemongrass when I walk into Onyx’s room. There are three tables set up for us to get massages. Two hunky looking masseuse and a woman for Storm, you know she has a mate and all, they are awaiting us with cucumber water. I decided to go with a deep tissue massage, goddess knows I need it.

She opened it up and rubbed the oil mixture on her hands and a small amount onto Yao's back. "It's been a while even before you went into isolation..." she said as she started to gently spread the oil across his back. "I'll start lightly and work my way in" she said as she heard him grunt. She dug her thumbs along his back, working his knots out. "God Nina," he let out a groan "that feels good." He felt a cool energy along his body as Nina's yin energy helped him relax. She massaged his hips to give him a better range of motion then as she moved up his back she sighed "Bad news, you've been overcompensating with your left hand to make up for your arm. It's caused an imbalance in your form."

Logan sped up, which is why she was shaking as a sign that she was about to reach orgasm. Logan left Yvone's back and laid down next to her. "Ride," he ordered. Even though Yvone's knees were still weak and shaking, she got up and followed what Logan said. They both groaned. She moved up and down, up and down. Every breath they take is heavy. Bathed in sweat and the sound of every lift of Yvone's chin on their touching bodies could be heard throughout the room. Logan grabbed both of her breasts and massaged them passionately while Yvone continued to lift her chin.

Regretfully he shifted his body so he was no longer touching her ass. She knew the massage was supposed to be a relaxing way to pass the time until his erection returned, but it was heightening her sense of arousal as well. As his thumbs pressed against her shoulder blades she raised her hips again, hoping to feel his cock. The pressure of his hands pushed her breasts against the silky smooth sheets.

She then helped him to lie on his stomach. Omega Yna sat at his waist then started massaging his back. Alpha Zavier could feel her honeypot so full on his waist, by the thought alone it made his membrane so hard, as hard as a rock. He was ready to penetrate her. “I think my chest is not well massaged, can turn so that you can massage it?” Alpha Zavier suggested. Omega Yna didn't reply, she got off his back and turned him herself. “I feel some cramps at my thighs. If it's well with you, I will like you to massage me. I won't force you to do something against your will,” Alpha Zavier stated.

Then kneaded my fingertips through her scalp until I reached her neck. Lyra moaned in appreciation as I soothed the pressure within her neck and shoulders. I then gently rubbed her arms with my hands down to her gentle small hands. I made sure to hit every pressure point, and then I made my way back up her arms. I placed my thumbs on each side of her spine and massaged my way down to her buttocks. I kneaded my fingers into Lyra's hips and soft butt cheeks. I made my way to Lyra's pink rosebud and found her glossy and slick with arousal. She wiggled beneath me as I stimulated her silky rose petals with my fingertips. My other hand dives into the base of Lyra's neck, and I pull her hair so tha

Before I could say anything else, they were both in my head mindlinking me. Your masseuse will be a woman, Little One. No man's hands will touch your body, understand? Actually, I don’t. You two are probably going to be at a strip club doing God knows what, but I can’t have a massage? Of course, you can have a massage, Angel. But with the amount of hormones flowing through you, you’re just a bit sensitive lately. So it’s best if your massage is done by a woman. What the hell are you guys talking about?

“No herniation, no rupture. But there’s significant soft tissue damage. The massage will help.” Then she soaked a piece of cotton wool in the serum and pressed it gently against his scrotum. The sensation was strange, cool, wet, and intimate in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Her touch was featherlight at first, just the cotton gliding over the skin. He forced himself to breathe evenly. “How’s that?” she asked. “Okay,” he managed.

Anderson grabbed her ass with his two hands, massaging them in circular motions while thrusting into her simultaneously, she was crying from pleasure, and her G-spot was on fire. He paused and his hands glided down her back, massaging it from her waist to her neck. Anderson didn’t want her to wake up with aching muscles. This was a secret his father taught him and it came in handy. It was also the first time he used it but hearing her moans, he knew that he did it right. Soaking her in the pleasure waters, he didn’t hold back anymore, increasing his pace and thrusting hard, while groaning from immense pleasure. Her hole was so tight that every movement kept pulling him in.

Her hands were strong, warm, slick with oil that smelled like peppermint. But I was still tense and you wanna know why? Because Lorenzo was right there and the small sounds he made when the masseuse hit a particularly tight spot, these quiet masculine grunts that did things to my body I didn't want to think about. "You're very tense," my masseuse said softly, her accent vaguely Scandinavian. "Try to breathe. Deep breath in, hold, release and relax into it." I tried but it didn't work because Lorenzo's breathing was getting deeper and I was hyperaware of every sound, every shift of his body on the table, every time the leather creaked under his weight.