Interracial Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

Lisa questioned, her hands on her hips as she gave the cleaner a hard stare. The cleaner scoffed, picking up her bucket of water with the mop stick already in it, "why should I apologize? Is it my fault that your lesbian girlfriend can't see and rather ran into me because she was too caught up in her lesbian romantic life as she pulled you into the building the way she did."

Killian squeezed my hand once before letting go, thumb brushing my wrist. “See you in the sauna,” he said low, just for me. I felt his eyes on my back the whole way down the hall. My massage therapist was named Lani—small, strong hands, voice like a lullaby. She led me to a private room: dim lights, heated table, scent of warm coconut oil. I slipped out of my sundress, wrapped the robe around me, and lay face-down under the sheet. The massage started slow—her hands gliding over my shoulders, thumbs working into knots I didn’t know I had. She moved to my back, then lower—careful around the faint hand-shaped marks Killian had left on my ass two days earlier.

"That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?" "No." "Thin plastic sheet. If they're wet or oiled underneath they can't tell the difference. I have some regulars that I see once or twice a week that are

She is a very sexy lady with an ebony skin, and her curves were very attractive. I stood up from my office chair immediately and followed her straight to the restroom. I opened the door and my eyes were greeted with the best sight ever. She was fully naked and had her pants on her finger. “Damn bitch. You've made me wet already” I said as I rushed towards her while pulling off my own dress. We started kissing passionately as we were both fingering each other. It was a really thrilling and fun moment. I am actually attracted to both sex but Anna claims to be a lesbian and she has been given one of the best lesbian sex for the past two weeks.

I don’t want to scare her away by telling her I was being followed. “Okay, we will just reschedule,” she tells me before hanging up. For someone who knows everything about me, I know so little about her. We have been planning for six months and I am not even sure if Rowan is her real name. I close my eyes and allow myself to continue enjoying the massage. “Ma’am, we are done,” the masseuse says. Her voice is as delicate as her fingers. I open my eyes. It is almost six in the evening.

Killing the Alpha during his mating ceremony. ********** Lisa had never been to a spa, but she assumed that this is what it would feel like. She was soaking in a tub full of rose petals and fragrant oils. Several omegas fussed around her. It was bliss. After several minutes she reluctantly hots out of the tub and dried off. One of the omegas helped her into her robe, and then they started working on her hair. “Feeling better, Madam Luna? You seem relaxed immediately.” Katie, one of the betas asked as she brushed the tangles. Lisa could feel them tugging and pulling the crimson strands.

I do so. “Yes!” He answers her while laying a towel over my butt. Then lays down on his table. Manny P.O.V Entering the room first, the female sees me before I lay down and gasps, “Jesus!” She's wide-eyed and blushing hard. Ythat’s right! All 13 inches is real and it's all me! I smirk. The female is Keya’s masseuse and the male is mine. I don’t want any man touching what’s Mine! I order us a deluxe package. Which included an exfoliating face, hand and foot scrub, hot stone treatment and deep tissue massage. After some time I ask her,

Her hands were strong, warm, slick with oil that smelled like peppermint. But I was still tense and you wanna know why? Because Lorenzo was right there and the small sounds he made when the masseuse hit a particularly tight spot, these quiet masculine grunts that did things to my body I didn't want to think about. "You're very tense," my masseuse said softly, her accent vaguely Scandinavian. "Try to breathe. Deep breath in, hold, release and relax into it." I tried but it didn't work because Lorenzo's breathing was getting deeper and I was hyperaware of every sound, every shift of his body on the table, every time the leather creaked under his weight.

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck. Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognized as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

"I know, he's something special but he's seeing Jax. If our paths cross again and he's single...then let's see what happens." With that in mind I had to leave Troy and strip down for my massage. Surrounded by candles, low lighting and soft jazzy tones I was soon adrift on a wave of relaxation. Oiled, pummelled and rubbed into a jellified mess I felt unreal. Sensible Selene stored too much tension in her shoulders apparently. Thankfully the masseuse was not a shifter. It allowed my mind to imagine it was Rocco's hands on my body. A lovely way to pass the time but it caused me to be seriously turned on by the time I was back in my robe.