Ebony Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

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.

Even though pregnant Goddesses were in high demand around that place. Ebony was beautiful in a way Amber never would be. A natural beauty with no make up and zero fucking effort involved. Her black skin gleamed, her tight bronze curls bounced around her face, her tits were perky, her body the perfect shape. Her chest bulged, her waist narrowed, then flowed into thick thighs and a teardrop ass women paid to have. Ebony had been a loyal friend and tough competitor over the few years Amber had known her since she came to the club. She was also honest and didn’t tend to sugarcoat things. That was a refreshing change in a world full of fake, backstabbing bitches.

Amberleigh raised a toast and clinked her glass to Ebony’s. Ebony was an aerialist who also worked The Circus Room. And the girl was gorgeous, with gleaming dark skin, springy, tight curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, perky pear- shaped breasts that could poke your eye out, and long legs that seemed to never end. Amber envied more than one feature on the dark Goddesses’ body and she had seen them all. And had tasted many.

I laid my body down on top of the spa table, and it wasn’t long before a beautiful, ebony skinned woman came over and started rubbing on my body. She started with my arms, applying pressure into all of the right places as she worked her way down to my hands. As she massaged my hands, I couldn’t believe the sheer bliss that had filled my body. I wished that my life could be like this every night. She started rubbing my breasts, gentle at first, then adding quite a bit more pressure.

but Lexi claims she has a friend working here who gets her discounts. Lexi leads me over to the counter, where the lady behind it says, "Welcome Miss Hamilton, you have requested the Emerald Diamond package complete with the steaming rock sauna, and that is for both you and Miss Thomson." "That is correct." as Lexi hands her the credit card. Then two young oriental girls, probably no older than 25, come out and escort us to the massage room, give us instructions, then they leave.

The place was great, shiny marble covered the floors and I could see my reflection in them. "If you'd take a seat. Kaleb and Jase will be with you in a moment for your massages and the chiropractic adjustment. There are some robes in the changing rooms. Please take off all articles of clothing and jewelry and slip them on." This 'Lin' character was a whole new breed of person. Though her smile was warm and her tone was soft, there was no emotion in her words and there was a hardness in her gaze. She was like a walking bomb. I wonder what upset her.

"I'm going to need to get a massage manual and have you study it. Massages are going to be part of our nightly routine." "Yes, Mistress Bousquet." When Eve got out of the bathtub, Trish could tell she was aroused. Her eyes were wide with desire and her dark nipples were hard. Eve ordered her servant to go into the bedroom and place her hands against the wall with her feet spread. She was told to arch her back so her bottom would stick out. Eve spent a long time running her hands along Trish's body. She reached in front to fondle her breasts and sensuously caressed her thighs. However, Eve was most interested in her servant's "bum". She massaged and rubbed the girl's trembling backside, and t

The beautiful light inside the ultra-exclusive private spa was perfectly dim, filled with the soothing scent of eucalyptus and lavender as Isabella and her lifelong friend, Susan, relaxed on parallel velvet massage tables. The two women, both elegantly in their late fifties, were giggling and laughing like schoolgirls as the professional masseuses worked out the tension in their shoulders.

The air smelled of lavender and sandalwood, with soft instrumentals playing in the background. She undressed completely, folded her clothes, and lay face-down on the warm massage table, pulling the thin sheet over her body up to her shoulders. A few minutes later, the door opened and footsteps approached. “Hi Lila, I’m Elena. Just relax and let me know if the pressure is ever too much or too little,” a calm female voice said. Elena’s hands were warm with oil, skilled and professional. She worked deeply into Lila’s shoulders and upper back, and Lila felt the knots slowly began to melt away. She let out a long, relieved sigh, her body sinking heavier into the table.