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Feel Good Massage
🕑 Added 2023-06-14 21:16:09 +0000 UTCXavier couldn't stop himself from going back to the spa again and again. He wondered if it was an addiction, but never really spent too much thought on it. Even if his body wasn't tired he'd find himself wanting to go back, always feeling so good after. For some reason he could never really remember what the session was like, but he didn't care. He only ended up there again the next time he could.
It started like every massage there. The masseuse would work oil into his skin, each stroke sending the mixture's amazing scent into his nose. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else, too absorbed in the moment with the smell distracting his thoughts. He never realized its effect on him as it slowed his mind with a dull numbness, his brain slowly shutting off. He couldn't help but feel his whole body relax, sedated and unable to move, letting his body get worked on without a care.
At some point he'd realize his towel had fallen to the floor, but that didn't matter. He could feel the hands working on his exposed skin, spreading the oil to every inch of his body. He could only focus on his breathing, barely able to comprehend anything else in a trance. As the fingers moved between his legs he couldn't help but twitch, a shock moving through his body as they moved up from his legs.
The moment they began working his rear he was in heaven. His mind completely shut down like a light switch had been flicked, the hands expertly moving inside his crack. He could only feel only the motion of the massage, pushing him further and further into a plethora of pleasure, working him deeper and deeper into bliss. He wouldn't remember the moans escaping his mouth as they worked, his body as pliant as a ball of dough.
He'd open his eyes after the hour was over, finding himself naked on the table with no recollection of the experience. His whole body felt golden, his skin tender and soft. He never understood why his rear felt especially relaxed, supporting his body like a soft cushion under him. He would feel a strange tingle there as he walked around for the rest of the day, its vacancy the next day only making him want to return again.
