Romans & histoires Yoni Massage

“Well, I suppose I could spare a few minutes to help the needy. Of course, you'll have to pay me what you're paying your regular massage therapist. No harm in making a little extra money.” Darn it, he should have just mentioned the money in the first place, Mason scolded himself in his head. Now he laid face down on the massage table, the muscles in his back rippling as he got comfortable and Gianna's mouth nearly went dry just having to witness it. She took a deep breath, and reminded herself she was only rendering a paid service, even though for the past couple of weeks, the only person she’d been working for was Mason. She poured a small amount of neroli oil into her palms, rubbing them t

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.

Inside the room, Kiran York was massaging Yvonne Quinn on the bed. As Kiran's massage continued, the rosy Dragon Vein energy within Yvonne's body integrated more rapidly, causing her pores to open and expel impurities, purifying her body. This process made Yvonne feel incredibly comfortable, even to the point of letting out some enticing sounds. However, her alluring sounds led Katie to misunderstand what was happening inside. Katie, who had just tried to seduce Kiran herself and been ignored, was now furious, thinking they were engaging in something indecent.

I nod and hand him the lotion and turn my back to him. Squirting a glob into his palm he rubs his hands together and starts massaging the lotion from the nape of my neck downward. I pull my hair over my left shoulder as he massages my neck with a hand. He slowly rubs with both hands down my shoulders to my back before squirting more lotion into a palm and rubs his hands together before continuing. Once Jason reaches my ankles, I turn to him with a smile of appreciation. As I turn to grab my sweats and shirt, Jason stops me with a hand on my belly.

Then I warm some oil in my hands and start with her shoulders, almost instantly getting a soft moan from her. Focussing I try to find the right pressure points, stroke in the right way … okay maybe I need to explain here. I have been delving a bit into the more spiritual sides of yoga ... and a friend of mine told me that she had been taking lessons in this new thing, that is a form of sensual connection to yourself, a more spiritual form of ... well pleasure. It is a mix of tantra and kamasutra techniques, breathing, yoga and meditation, making you get in better contact with your sensual self and heightening your pleasure, while also teaching new ways of pleasing your partner.

Kelly murmured as he continued to effleurage, letting his hands move to the sides of her back, not changing the pressure as he let his hands slide over the swell of her breasts bulging from the sides, noticing with satisfaction that the only reaction was Kelly sighing and settling even more deeply -- as if that were possible -- into the table. He then began to petrissage her lower back, kneading the muscles, concentrating on the quadratus lumborum, the muscle that connects the lower rib to the illiac crest, the origin of nearly all lower-back problems. He could just see the beginning of the crease splitting her ass, the gentle but seemingly perfect swell of her ass under the towel. He looked