Spice It Up With Erotic Massage
“Is this book any good?” He asks me as I keep the book aside.
The soft glow of candles creates a warm and intimate atmosphere. He turns on the soft music, as he comes close to me and my eyes widen with excitement. The fragrance of the lavender fills the air, as he holds a bottle of scented massage oil in my hands.
“Not better than what you have in your hands,” I reply and he smiles in return.
“So you like surprises like these?” He asks.
“I love them. You really know how to make a girl feel special.” I say.
For a girl, erotic massages are just as important as good sex, OR sex as per our expectations. Every girl likes to get pampered and when it’s in the form of erotic massage, it’s the best. I feel like a princess, and so do many other girls like me.
In the world of Elon Musk, sensual massages are a wild tale of horses, as he tried to settle his harassment charges by offering a horse in place of a sensual massage he gave without consent.
Okay… it may be a joke, but trust me, there is more to the story than meets the eye.
Erotic massage is a notion that is so underwhelmed, but just the pleasure it brings to the girl is enough to make it a part of you and your partner’s sexual life.
Erotic massages by your partners are a secret that lies waiting to be unveiled. It’s a realm that needs more research, but it surely is an intimate escape right within the confines of your home. It’s a journey of pleasure that requires no grand gestures.
What it does require is a desire to ignite the flame that your boring sexes may have extinguished a long time ago.
So picture this, the stage is set for an extravagant spa experience in the sanctuary of your home, right on the familiar grounds of your own bed. Isn’t it sexy?
It is, as you won’t need a vast array of ingredients or some extensive knowledge or proper training. It just needs some intention to create a moment that’s out of your daily life. A comfortable bed, with sweet linen sheets, some slow music, and sweet-smelling scented candles with dim lights, is all you need to set the stage on fire.
Every stroke of his gesture becomes a shared pleasure, as I embark on the journey that may not lie in the physicality, but in the connection. With his presence around me, I am letting the echoes of passion take me into the world of pleasure.
People often tend to overlook the connection between tension and sexual frustration, and erotic messages are sometimes the key to how to get out of it.
But why erotic massages?
Because in traditional massages, certain areas are neglected, and focus on the usual aspects, while erotic massages, liberate stress not only from the usual stress points but also from the places that speak about intimacy.
Erotic massage is not just about reaching the peaks of pleasure. It’s an art of releasing all that is piled up, leaving us in a state of pure bliss and relaxation.
“I am waiting, my queen.” He says, as he lifts me over, and tosses me around like a ball of cotton.
He is taking me into the fantasy that I was just talking about.
The soft white sheets on the bed gave comfort, as he slowly removed my shirt. My boobs press down on the mattress, and as soon as I feel his hands caressing my back, I feel goosebumps all over my body.
“Let me take your stress away.” He says and I chuckle, as he continues to caress my back with his bare hands. His gentle rhythmic movements take me into a wonderland, and I feel like I am getting it at some professional massage salon. But he takes the cake, as nothing beats the massage you get from your partner.
It’s just more special and more romantic, and you feel it more.
He then pours a generous amount of oil into his hands, I can’t see it, but I can hear the clicking of the bottle cap, and the dripping of oil in his hands. The soft music in the background creates the ambiance greatly needed for nights like these. He then warms the oil between his palms and begins with gentle strokes along my back. His touch is firm but it’s still tender in a way, which is unexplainable.
“How’s the pressure?” He asks and his voice feels like a soothing whisper at the end of a tiring day.
“Just Perfect,” I reply as I already feel my stress melting away from his hands.
He continues the massage, and his hands work like magic on my tired and fatigued muscles. He then leans in and plants a soft kiss on my shoulder. His hands don’t stop as the massage progresses, and our conversation drifts into our moments of laughter and memories.
Can you do it with someone else at the parlor? No!
And that’s why having an erotic massage at the hands of your partner adds a special element to it. His fingertips trace delicate patterns across my skin, and I marvel at the beauty of it. It is more so, a celebration of the intimate connection between two souls.
At this moment, there is no rush and there is no predetermined destination as well. We may have sex or may we don’t but just this sensation is enough to take me on a journey of pleasure. Maybe it will lead us to the pinnacle of ecstasy, and maybe it will be left there as just subtle pleasure.
But the beauty of erotic massage lies in this unpredictability. It gives us the freedom to let go of expectations and simply enjoy the journey.
And suddenly I feel his hands on me once again, and my body resonate with the rhythm of his hands and the transition from a sensual massage to something more intimate feels like a natural progression.
There is no pressure or obligation, just the fact that we are making the most of the moment.
“Guys should take notes,” I say.
“I’ll make sure to convey it to my gang.” He says and I smile, enjoying the expert precision of his hands.
Every move and every touch is like a declaration of love for me. The room has a comfortable silence as he continues to move his hands along my back and then to my shoulder muscles. He moves to my neck muscles and releases them using the precision of his hands. It feels like a heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
Yeah! The weight of life.
There was a lingering scent of lavender and he flipped me over. My breasts are naked in front of him, as he starts moving his hands around my collarbone and shoulder. My body is responding to every gentle touch of him, and it’s like increasing the efficacy of whatever he is doing. He has full control over my body, with just the movement of his hands, and I am giving myself to him, happily and excitedly.
He then slides my trousers down, and I lie there in just my lacy ‘wet’ panties, wondering what else is in store for the night.
He tosses his clothes on the floor, and turns me over, denying my urge to keep staring at his body and admiring his body. He then finds his way in between my legs kneels over, starts pushing his body weight over my back, and continues kneading. He then slowly makes his way to my hips, and massages some oil onto them, circling his palms in a circular motion over my hips.
It’s so sexy. All of it!
I am lying on my stomach and my hands are tucked under my pillow when he notices how my boobs enhance my cleavage. He continues with his kneading and then turns me over once again, and places his lips on mine.
I know it was hard resisting him and that’s the case with me as well. I am soaking wet. He rolls toward me, leaning over my body, and giving me his complete attention.
What else does any girl want?
A nice erotic massage, good sex, and complete attention of his partner, it’s enough to make any girl moan in desire. And with his hand movements, I can’t resist the tingling excitement that just keeps building up. Experiencing an erotic massage is truly a gift that keeps on giving, and it is giving me a lot. The euphoric sensation of being the one receiving an erotic massage is incomparable.
He continues to twirl his tongue in my mouth and knead his hands over my back. He couldn’t have done anything else more perfectly at this moment. He admires the swell of my breasts, as his hands now find their way to my boobs, and the scent of lavender grows close to me.
It’s because he is now circling his hands on my boobs, with the scented lavender oil.
Never before I imagined that boobs could use some massage to release stress.
But, the blissful feeling it brings is simply unparalleled.
He hooks his finger down my waist, and into my pussy, as he pulls his hands away from my chest.
Damn! He can feel my wetness. But it’s all him. I was reading a book in peace.
He smirks, as he continues moving his fingers, inside my pussy, as if he is massaging my inner pussy walls.
“Ah!” I moan, and he smirks even wider.
He kisses the top of my cleavage and then uses his hand to lift me up.
It’s a simple gesture but what it can do to girls is beyond my understanding.
He slides his one hand down my back and lifts me up with a slight gesture.
After rubbing all the oil on my body, he winds his hands in my hair, and once again he is inside my mouth with his tongue. He is breaking me with just gentle movements of his hands, as I keep groaning and moaning.
To me becoming the queen of my man was my dream, and it’s getting fulfilled in the best possible way.
I wasn’t prepared for it, as he takes me over his lap, and his penis slides in my ass.
A loud cry escapes my mouth once again, but it was nothing but pleasure, as he then rubs oil over my body, and uses his whole body to massage my body while thrusting inside my ass.
Our bodies are pressed together with little or no air passing between us, as he rubs the front of my body, with his chest. It’s smooth and firm, exactly the way it’s needed for the turning me on. He then pulls me even closer, and my hips rock on his lap while he continues to stroke inside.
My hips rubs against his thighs, and my stomach against his chest. My boobs are almost pressed with his body, as he glides my body over his, and that lavendar oil just makes it even more special.
“I never asked for it, and the way you have introduced me to the erotic massage, I will forever be gratfeul.” I say as he grasps my chin and tells me until I see he is looking at me with Passion in his eyes.
“My queen. You deserve a lot more.” He says and he continues to tickle my clitoris, turning me on, as I can already feel his dick bulging up against my body.
“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me and you have ever done to me.” I say, and he laughs.
“Don’t get used to it. It’s a limited-time offer.” He says, and I let out another small laugh.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask impatiently.
“Obviously.” He replies as if it’s a matter of a fact.
He pulls his dick out from my ass, and then lean over me, gliding his body once again. As soon as his balls slap against my oily clitoris, my desire escalated.
“I need you.” I said.
“I know.” He replies.
“Then, get the fuck inside of me.” I say with desperation evident in my eyes.
I am well aware of the erection that he has right now and I know he is even more desperate than me, but he likes to play around.
I groan with a smile on my face, as he continues to kneed my body, not with his hands but with his body.
My shoulders slump, as he caresses my thighs, and the scent of lavender oil once again wafts into the air.
Fuck that! I would be Niagara Falls even before he slides inside me, if he continues to do that.
“How does it feel?” He asks.
“As if I am waking up from a coma. Everything feels new and surreal.” I say and he smiles continuing to massage my legs, as if he is sucking all the pleasure out of my body with just his hands.
“That’s a good technique to milk orgasm even before you get inside.” I say, teasing him.
“That’s exactly the plan.” He smirks as I am unable to help myself and then pulls me over, kissing all over his neck and lips.
He gently places his cock on my pussy, caressing my hands and rubbing it all, kneading it as if our life is dependent on it.
He slowly slides inside a small moan leaves my mouth. He pulls me up, and I almost sit in his lap, while he continues to stroke inside. I can’t feel anything other than pleasure. He then stops stroking and keeps his dick inside, while he continues to move his palms in a circular motion on my back.
Fuck! I moan and he smiles as he starts thrusting again, rocking my hips back and forth.
I look up at him, trying to overcome my pleasure as I don’t want him to witness the impact he creates on me. I want him to know how much I am enjoying it and feeling it. I want him to know how much I sever this bond between us.
He continues to thrust, and I easily take him inside. His entire head of cock is inside me, and I feel a slow spank on my hips.
Ah! The perfect combo!
He gives some light spanks along with his thrusts, and I feel like I am close to letting go of my fluids.
So does he!
Roleplay is important, but erotic massage is one complete element of role-play, I had no idea!
I truly need him to make it a ritual. I like to cum for him, and if that’s how he is bringing me to climax, I am all in, almost every other day.
“I’m so fucking obsessed with this,” I confess as he begins to rock me again over his lap.
“Obsessed with what?” He asks.
“Everything you did today.” I say and he smiles.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He says, and as soon as his words leave his mouth, my orgasm leaves my vagina.
I can’t hold it back anymore, and he follows me as his white fluid trickles down my thighs, which he goes to clean up, and once again, starts with his massage, as if now relaxing the fatigued muscles from sex.
He has sucked every drop out of my body and I can’t even imagine it was all with just a bottle of oil, and his hands.
If you haven’t experienced erotic massage, you are missing out on a lot, because I got the best night when it’s paired with the massage, I have never experienced before.
With that night happening, it shatters my all misconceptions that sex is an act of solo performance. I know that in India, the narrative of sex revolves around the belief that pleasure is primarily for men, leaving the equation of their other halves in question.
But that’s not the case if you have a good partner.
The sex is a blend of two souls seeking fulfillment, and that too equally. That’s the truth. Completion of orgasm is not a solitary conquest, instead, sex is a mutual journey towards ecstasy. The realization dawns on me, as I lie in the arms of my other half basking in the glow of moonlight, that both partners have to feel the orgasmic bliss. It’s not about one person reaching the pinnacle, but both.
For girls like me, the path to ecstasy is not an easy one. It’s not as straightforward as for men, and reality is readily different than what it’s for men. For girls, it requires a delicate touch and patience whereas men have to explore their desires. The men have to give the commitment to navigating the intricate landscape of pleasure. And if you have a partner who is able to understand that, you are in good hands. You can let yourself loose in the intimacy, and let them take over the control. If the men understand that the goal is not just personal satisfaction, but a shared crescendo of pleasure, be it in the form of orgasm or just the pleasure like erotic massages.
Your partner has to become the muse for your pleasure, and erotic massage is just one way to let him be your muse.
In fact, if I say, it’s the best one, I won’t be wrong.
It’s a delightful bonus that sets the stage for cascading positive sexual karma. Just approach the experience with a giver’s mentality. And my men gave that to me today and it will tingle my senses every time I will see him with all those ingredients, ready to give me the experience that I will cherish all my life.
He leaves behind the notion of taking as he doesn’t do it for the sake of orgasm. He does it to relax my nerves and I feel extremely fortunate to be at the receiving end of the pleasure.
Believe me and take my word, your loved ones become the best masseurs, and that too without training. Give it a shot, and you won’t regret it!
