Interracial Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

Lucienne's Point of View I’ve never been one for overly feminine activities like spas or beauty treatments. Give me a good training session or a strategy meeting any day. But this? This, I could get used to. Each of us were assigned a masseuse. I’d never had a massage like this before, but with each expert press and glide of her hands, she eased the tension I hadn’t even realised I was holding, helping me forget—for just a little while—the pressure of the upcoming ceremony.

"A woman cum while being whipped." "I've seen it, Momma," Shasta said. "Scott is being truthful." Bernice looked at us in wonder. "Are all white folks this strange?" I was flipping the burgers the second time and adding the cheese. "Well, I don't think it's exclusive to whites. Rhonda is black. Dawn's Mistress has Indian, Japanese, Chinese, Swedish and Hispanic slaves. I know of another black slave, bonded to a Master. Zoe is a lawyer, Rhonda and another woman are police officer's, and they know of an FBI agent. I believe it cuts across all cultural lines, economic classes, and occupations. I don't think it's for everyone. Might be like sexual orientation. Maybe you're born one way or the ot

Good; she hadn't lost it yet. "Would you mind if I held your hand and stroked your head while Lisa is spanking you?" "No, Mistress. I'd enjoy it." I sat on Lisa's left side and when Rose went over her lap to be spanked, Rose's face was near my cunt, smelling me, smelling ripe female. Not a bad plan when dealing with a lesbian. I held her right hand with my left and stroked her face with my right. Lisa started the spanking. I signaled her to go slowly, drag it out.

He was becoming a friend and he was slowly teaching me little bits of Italian - which I was very clearly butchering. While the house did feel lonely, there was, however, one bit of company that I enjoyed every afternoon. The masseuse I hired, Elena, would come collect me from the pool or the sauna or wherever I happened to be at the moment, and lay me down on a very relaxing massage table in a gorgeously designed relaxation spa room in the house. She was stunningly beautiful. Tall, long legs, dark hair, with big blue eyes you could get lost in. Her body was in peak fitness, like an Olympian. The first day, she gave me a wonderful massage and in her horribly broken English, tried to ask me ab

I lay on the massage table. When I stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower, someone came in with the massage table and some essential oils. I put on a bra and a short, then I lay on the table, on my stomach, eyes closed, and my body relaxed. I was patiently waiting for Vitali. When the door opened, I was surprised to see Vitali and another guy. This guy was black, probably Jamaican -due to his accent and his locks.

Amber said They all turned to me and I shake my head vehemently, Rose can go first I will have my turn later.” Drake called some minutes later to ask if we were enjoying his gift. "Rose and Charlotte are having their massage now," I said into the phone. I was surprised at his gesture because I never expected that Drake would allow me to get a massage from a man. "They are gay." He said into the phone as if reading my thought. "Oh..' I replied laughing into the phone

I tried not to blush, or even grin widely, in front of Jessica who I knew was watching us. I worked for another few hours, stretching all the way to when the Spa closed at 5pm. Jessica went out of her way to let me know Eden had booked an hour late on Friday with me. Finishing my first day of work at the Club felt anti-climactic. I finally met the third masseuse, a friendly woman named Catherine, who went by Charlie, on my way out. She was in her fifties and had the casual demeanour of someone who had been doing her job for a long time and wasn’t particularly concerned about doing anything else.

Some were like you before I initiated them- proud of myself. She smiled. Karen wondered she was supposed to do. Smile too? A awkward smile appeared on her face. “Yesterday was great,” she repeated. “I mean…I kept thinking about it all through the night. It was this morning I realized it was just the sex but the person.” Was this how lesbians toast? Karen wondered. “You have a beautiful soul.” She placed her hand on Karen’s. “I’m not a lesbian, Lorna.” “But we made sparks yesterday. I enjoyed it as much as you did and I’ll be lying if I said I don’t want to do it again.”

“Welcome, Alpha. Welcome, Luna. We’re pleased to have you. What would you like to begin with? A hot bath, massage, or pedicure?” “Massage,” I answered almost immediately. He looked back at me. “You choose.” She led us into a cool private room with two massage beds placed opposite each other. Soft lighting, scented oils, creams, and towels filled the room and two female attendants waited inside. Wait…Was one of them going to massage Kai? I turned toward one of the attendants. “Do you have a male masseur?” “Yes, Luna.” I nodded. “Could you please have him attend to Alpha Kai instead?”

She had never known anyone who could touch her in the way that Fiana could. She recalled the shiver that ran down her spine when she met Fiana three years ago. It was at a gallery that was showing Fiana’s photography. Appalled at the concept of lesbianism, Pam resisted her body’s natural reactions to Fiana’s alluring presence, but, with time and patience, Fiana was able to help Pam step past her boundaries and into a new world of sexual awareness and self-satisfaction. Within a matter of months, they were nesting together in an apartment in Greenwich Village and were blissfully oblivious to the world around them. “Are you drinking already?” Pam asked with concern.