Yoni Massage Novels & Stories

The walls are hung with tapestries, deep blues and burnt oranges, patterns that make my eyes trace loops and whorls like fingerprints. The massage table’s wider than I expected, the vinyl smooth and cool under my palms when I press down. A heated pad hums beneath the sheets, the warmth seeping into my skin even through the fabric. "Strip to your comfort level," Lena instructs, her voice dropping an octave. "We’ll be using a blend of jojoba and ylang-ylang today. Good for tension." She winks. "All kinds of tension." Kirly doesn’t hesitate, kicking off her heels and peeling her blouse over her head. I’m slower, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

To have him make me forget the sting I felt with Ronnie's eyes on me. “You’re so tight.” His gasped words were threaded with a hint of delicious agony. I took more of him, letting him slide deeper. I sucked in a deep breath, feeling exquisitely stretched. “You’re so big.” Pressing his palm flat to my lower belly, he touched my throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb and began to massage it in slow, expertly.soft circles. Everything in my core tightened and clenched, sucking.him deeper. Opening my eyes, I looked at him from under heavy

Rowena scoffed, intending to expose the liar. Kayson nodded. “Your eyes are way too swollen. I’ll help you de-puff them before treating your right leg.” Kayson prodded two fingers against the top of Rowena’s eye sockets and delivered a minuscule amount of energy. Rowena was surprised. She felt a cooling sensation around her eyes like they were recovering from how puffy they had been due to her crying. Her eyes were initially painful and sore, but she no longer felt it now. Hendery exclaimed, “Kayson, your massage technique is amazing. Can you teach me?”

Oh, I smell so good! I massage my boobs slowly and all I can think about is Noah putting his beautiful lips around my full breast. With one hand on my left breast massaged in a slower and the other moving slowly from my chest down to my abdomen and down to my clean pussy. I massaged the area slowly with my eyes closed and only he came to my head. I started to play around with my Labia and the moisture in my hand made it easy for my sloppy finger to move around. I didn't want to come too fast so I

He smirked at the end. Nandini huffed but did as told. She climbed on top of him to sit on his groin area, straddling him. Then she poured more oil into her palms and began massaging his chest, front shoulder and abdomen. She circled her fingers in small comforting motions, loosening the tight muscles in his chest.

Daddy had booked a private couple’s treatment room. Once the masseuse left us alone after setting up, Daddy smiled with dark satisfaction. “Lie down on the massage table, babygirl. On your stomach first.” I obeyed, lying face down. Daddy immediately turned the vibrator higher. The professional masseuse returned and began working on my back and shoulders. As her skilled hands moved over my body, Daddy controlled the toys remotely. He changed the patterns on the plug slow, deep pulses, then sudden sharp vibrations — while the vibrator hummed steadily against my G-spot.

He left my ankles free but spread my legs wide, knees bent and feet planted on the table edges. He started with hot stones — smooth, oiled basalt rocks heated to the perfect temperature. He placed them along my spine, on my lower belly, and one carefully balanced just above my pubic mound. The intense heat sank deep into my muscles, melting years of stored stress. Then he picked up the thick massage wand — a heavy, curved black tool designed for deep internal work. He coated it generously with warm oil and pressed the rounded head against my entrance. “Breathe,” he instructed. “This is therapeutic. Your body needs to be opened and drained.”

His hands smoothed up my spine before gathering both wrists in one firm grip. "You'll stay still," he commanded as his other hand kneaded the globes of my ass. I yelped as his teeth sunk into the curve of my ass. Then he soothed the mark with his tongue. He poured something cool and slick between my cheeks “What’s that?” “Relax, it’s massage oil.” Massage oil? What’s he doing with that? Noah began working it into my skin with deliberate, kneading strokes. His thumbs pressed into the dimples at the base of my spine before sliding down to trace the crease of my thighs.

Her skin was spotless, i asked her about it and she said that it was niacinamide and sperm, i belive. I put my hands in between her ass and dragged the oul up, spreading it across her back and reducing the friction between her body and my hands. I started from her left side, using my hands on her back ribs and skin, pulling it in a C stretch and massaging it, “Fuckkk! Right there.” Her satisfaction moans were more of pleasure moan but i ignored them, trying hard not to get an erection. I moved to the otehr side of her back, thumbing her back and giving it light finger massaged before using my palms to straighten it up.

Then, with a reverence usually reserved for holy relics, he gently pressed his fingertips against the slick, inner wall of Eli's ass. The reaction was instantaneous. Eli cried out, his back arching off the bed. "Oh god, oh god!" The feeling of being touched so deeply, so intimately while being held so open was overwhelming. Noni, emboldened, stroked the inside of Eli's rectum, his fingers tracing the delicate textures. He hooked his finger slightly, pressing against the swollen gland of Eli's prostate. Eli let out a strangled moan, his cock, which had been semi-soft, instantly hardening against his stomach, leaking a clear stream of pre-cum.