Interracial Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

He replied. Jennie laughed, she knew he was kidding, because one of the numerous things her husband is skilled at is sports. The door to "Luxurious Massage Therapy" opens. "What can I do for you, guys? The receptionist asked as Jackson and Jennie entered. "We would like to get an appointment for today," Jackson said. The lady opened an enormous book in front of her and asked, "Names, please." She picked up her pen and waited for their names. "Jennie and Jackson David." Jennie answers.

Emily stepped into the hushed lobby of Serenity Spa in downtown Chicago, the cool air carrying hints of lavender and eucalyptus. At twenty-eight, she had booked this massage to unwind after a brutal week of client meetings. Her usual therapist, Maria, was supposed to handle the deep tissue session. But the receptionist frowned at the computer screen. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Harper. There's been a mix-up with the schedule. Maria had an emergency, but we have Jake available. He's one of our top therapists. Fully certified, excellent reviews."

"Be rest assured, Luna Isabella; I am a mated female, and I have no interest in your mate. It is also against my work ethics to lust after a client, so you don't have to worry." I felt ashamed as she explained herself; it was something I couldn't control. Watching another female place her hands on what is mine always riles me up. "Someone is always possessive of me." Richard said through the mind link, and I rolled my eyes. "Drop it." I shivered as I felt the masseuse's cold hand on my body, rubbing the massage oil on me. I closed my eyes as she began to work out the kink in my shoulders, moaning as she hit a spot. Lord knows I was in need of this. I have been too stressed for the past few w

They know our guys do not want other guys touching our women. “They are getting their nails and toes done than having a spa day.” I let the others know. I can see them start to get upset with the idea of other men touching them. “Don’t worry; my sisters say the masseuses are either women or gay.” I tell them.

She'd given up on the thought years ago and embraced her sexuality like other lesbians out there, especially in America. A child. She shook her head and forced the thought at the back of her mind. Some things are just not meant to be. It hurts. ********** In the afternoon, she went to Dane's clinic. She greeted the three doctors that worked there. Two male doctors and one female. She walked deeper into the clinic, her eyes caught on a young patient on her hands and kneels, exercising. She walked through the second door. Dane was with a male patient, his hands holding the man's leg to the air and trying to straighten it gently. The man was groaning in pain.

“I want to make sure you’re alright.” Mrs. Nirmala chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Madam. Many husbands accompany their wives. It actually helps the patient relax.” Liora lowered her gaze, embarrassed but smiling. The massage began. Mrs. Nirmala’s fingers moved slowly along Liora’s calves, pressing certain points gently. Warmth spread, and the stiff muscles gradually loosened. “Ah, that feels so good,” Liora whispered. Xavier leaned forward slightly. “It doesn’t hurt?”

The older woman gave the tiny teen a thankful smile, as she declared, "Keep learning the lesbian arts this fast and you'll be fucking Jennifer into a coma by tonight, sweetie." With a giggle, Beth climbed off the young girl's face and snuggled against her petite body, before capturing Brittany's wet lips for a lazy satisfied kiss. Beth moaned into the kiss, as she tasted her own pussy juices on the girl's lips and tongue. Brittany moaned and clung to the older woman in satisfaction and achievement at a job well done. The women lay together lazily kissing and trailing their hands over each other's naked bodies until Beth moaned into the kiss, "Are you ready to learn the next technique in the

Neha gets excited, “he's so hot. Oh my god, everybody's watching him. I'm telling you, he's really hot and he will suit you. You guys will make a good couple.” Sara puts her hand on her forehead, “Oh God, what should I do now?” She hears a voice. The Guy speaks behind her, “Hello, I'm Aaron Lawson.” Sara still doesn't turn around.” Neha extends her hand, “Hello, I'm Neha Kareem” Both shake hands. Aaron smile, “Nice to meet you.” He turns to look at Sara, who wasn't looking at him Neha turns her face toward Aaron, “And this is my friend Sara Khan.”

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Images of that day back at the massage therapy center flashed through my mind, and I felt a familiar, restless ache stir deep inside. Even though Julien and I were divorced, the hunger hadn't disappeared. Liam's presence and his therapeutic massages had helped take the edge off. But in the dead of night, I still found myself reaching for my vibrator to find some semblance of peace. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice someone approaching. "Hey, Jemma. Here for Liam again?"