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Cassandra raised her hand to her cheek, gently stroking her as she stopped at a red light. Selena held her hand, pressing her mouth to the center of her palm. “I don’t think that’s possible anyway. We’re lesbians!” Cassandra laughed, “I would say bi. Know your terms and… there’s always alternatives like the sperm bank, you know?” Selena pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of taking a random man’s seeds and getting inseminated by that.

“It’s not interesting at all!” “What isn’t? My butt, or the fact that you looked?” The door opens. Isabella is so startled that she nearly falls off the table. “Hello,” a friendly female voice calls. “I’m Irin, and this is Nabi.” “Hi there,” another voice chimes in. “We’ll be your massage therapists today. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes,” Archibald tells them, which is helpful, because Isabella is still too tongue-tied to form words at the moment.

The walls are hung with tapestries, deep blues and burnt oranges, patterns that make my eyes trace loops and whorls like fingerprints. The massage table’s wider than I expected, the vinyl smooth and cool under my palms when I press down. A heated pad hums beneath the sheets, the warmth seeping into my skin even through the fabric. "Strip to your comfort level," Lena instructs, her voice dropping an octave. "We’ll be using a blend of jojoba and ylang-ylang today. Good for tension." She winks. "All kinds of tension." Kirly doesn’t hesitate, kicking off her heels and peeling her blouse over her head. I’m slower, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

I refused to think about work, or the disturbing case today. Earlier, I made us both an appointment for a one-hour, deep tissue massage and gold facial. And of course, Sasha being Sasha, requested a male masseuse. I rolled my eyes at her in disapproval. Do her legs ever close? As we stepped into the lobby of the spa, a sense of peace washed over me. The walls were adorned with a combination of light green and beige, with gold borders. Peace Lilies were scattered around the counter, and a bamboo-etched wall fountain sat in the middle. The tranquil sound of the running water created a serene atmosphere and I felt a sense of calmness. I was here to escape the harshness of the world and take a b

About ten minutes later we were in bed making love. It took me about a week to find a therapist that was black and willing to have me watch the massage. He was in his 40s and not in great shape but he was male and black. I didn't want to lose the momentum or the fun we were having so I arranged for him to come to our home one evening.

Absolute heaven. After he finished her hands, he arranged her arms alongside her body, palms up. She really didn’t want this to end, but when Brad paused she knew the fantasy was over. She’d totally lost track of time and had no idea how long she’d been lying there. Cain’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Cheraza, Brad and I would like to continue, but we want to ask your permission. Will you trust us enough to give you a more sensual massage? Our touch will be more intimate, and we don’t want you to hesitate to ask us to stop should you feel at all uncomfortable. Brad’s going to blindfold you if that’s okay. It might not sound like it, but the blindfold will help you relax.”

At the front desk, a woman with smooth skin and perfectly parted lips took her coupon, scanning it with a knowing smile. “I’ll get James.” She blinked. “Oh—I was hoping for a female masseuse.” The receptionist gestured toward a sleek black sign on the counter. “That would be an additional $500. The coupon only applies to James.” Her lips parted in hesitation. Her mind flashed to her OB-GYN—male. Clinical. Professional. She nodded. “It’s my first massage,” she added, as if needing to explain. The woman’s smile curved. “He’ll take very good care of you.”

“Once your partners are set, I’ll come around with a bottle of oil. This’ll be your last chance to ask questions before I shut off the lights, turn on the music and leave you to your own devices. “Once everyone is settled, I’ll be in the backroom for the duration of your massage experimentation time, so you’ll have no interruptions from me—or anyone else—within your private areas. Remember, there is no right or wrong way. Sensual massage is highly personal and having a good technique isn’t nearly as important as having fun and an open mind.” The table creaked and Libby swore. Quinn spoke through the curtained panel. “You ready?” “If you mean am I naked,” she said in a hushed tone, “then yes.

I took him to the inner chambers where i prepared the bath and we had a long chat so he would not be nervous. “So um, have you done this type of massage before?” His voice was shaky and he spoke with a slur but i could understand him and i could tell that he spoke from the side of nervousness which was expected. “Yes i have. I have been working as a as a masseur for years and i am guaranteeing that you can trust my services.” “Okay, please just help me feel good. I hope you are not straight?” “I am sorry sir but does my sexuality affect my services?”

Before I could say anything else, they were both in my head mindlinking me. Your masseuse will be a woman, Little One. No man's hands will touch your body, understand? Actually, I don’t. You two are probably going to be at a strip club doing God knows what, but I can’t have a massage? Of course, you can have a massage, Angel. But with the amount of hormones flowing through you, you’re just a bit sensitive lately. So it’s best if your massage is done by a woman. What the hell are you guys talking about?