Yoni Massage Novels & Stories

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.

“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

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.

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

No towel was offered to cover me, but the room was very warm, so not necessary. He started on my back and shoulders, getting rid of the knots and tension, then my glutes got a firm kneading, before moving down to my legs. As he came up to the top of my thigh, his hand brushed against my balls, which didn't bother me. This happened every time on both legs, till I could feel my cock stiffening, so when he asked me to turn over, I was almost fully erect. Antonio gave me a grin, but didn't comment, just continued the massage and again his oily hands slid against my balls, but he didn't touch my cock, other than to nudge it out of the way when it hampered his stroke.

Ronan followed soon after, grinding deep and staying there until every pulse finished. They moved to the bedroom without bothering to dress. Ronan had set out the toys earlier: a curved prostate massager, a thicker plug, and the vibrator they had used once before. He laid Emery on his back, slicked the massager, and worked it inside slowly. The steady pressure against the sensitive spot made Emery’s cock jump against his stomach. Ronan turned it on low and left it there while he took Emery into his mouth. He sucked in long, thorough strokes, never letting the rhythm build too fast. Every time Emery’s hips started to lift, Ronan eased off, pressed the massager deeper, and waited until the ten