Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

It wasn't her way. "That confirms you haven't learned a damn thing," I sighed. I returned my attention to my gurney buddy. In case there is any confusion, all oil body massages between gender appropriate couples involves oral, pelvic and nipple stimulation with fingers and the tongue. Honestly, I read it somewhere. In the final climb to orgasm, my medic coughed up her name, Layla, then she gushed all over my hand. Aisha was about to bust a blood vessel she was so screwed up inside.

As confused as Olivia was, she was so horny that she kept massaging Leon while he slowly stroked his own cock. "Mmm, your fingers are like magic," he moaned. His eyes were closed, but he was moaning quietly as Olivia massaged him. She kept watching the skin on his throbbing cock move as he jerked himself. I'm not technically doing anything sexual to him. I'm just giving a massage while he wanks. That's okay, right? In her mind that was acceptable, so Olivia kept massaging his beautiful body while he stroked his big, black cock. Her fingers pressed into his back, and Leon let out a louder groan.

A woman stood there with a serene smile, introducing herself as the massage therapist sent “compliments of Elena.” I laughed out loud. “She really thought of everything.” Aristide arched a brow. “Are you implying my sister meddles?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation, grinning as he smirked. The massage was unlike anything I’d experienced. They had a special pregnancy setup for me—a soft cushioned table with room for my bump, gentle oils scented with lavender and rose, hands that worked out knots I hadn’t even realized I was carrying. I felt weightless by the time it was over, my body humming with comfort.

Jan’s still firm thirty-six C cup size with incredible big nipples on huge aureoles, they must be more than an inch in diameter, are magic for me. “Tell me what both of you want and like, Kate.” “Help us live our our fantasies. “I want my man to masturbate while he watches. Lesbian sex always has an extra dimension with my man watching, enjoying and masturbating,” I tell her as she rubs her cunt on mine as we tongue kiss with the tips of our wet tongues. "That is so good, so fucking good," I moan as she continues to grind her cunt into mine. “And I want you to make me squirt, really squirt,” I whisper as she lays me on my back on the bed, then puts a pillow under my ass.

The masseuse began working on my shoulders, her hands skilled at finding the exact pressure points that released tension I hadn't even realized I was carrying. "Goddess, that feels amazing," I murmured as she worked down my spine. "These masseuses are trained specifically for werewolf physiology," Lyra explained from nearby, where she relaxed in a comfortable chair rather than on a massage table due to her pregnancy. "They know exactly how to work with our enhanced muscles and accelerated healing." After the massage came the hot stone treatment. Smooth volcanic stones from ancient werewolf territories were heated and placed strategically along my spine and at key energy points. I closed my e

My first impression of Lydia the lesbian is softness. She’s not like master. Or John. Her fingers are not rough or hurried. She takes her time with her strokes. It almost feels like she cares about my pleasure. Perhaps it’s just a lesbian thing. “You’re such a tiny, little thing,” she traces the outline of my face with those long, manicured fingers of her. How much do manicures cost these days? “A girl like you… I could fit you in my pocket.”

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

When Amber could pull enough air into her lungs, she gave her concubine an order he couldn’t refuse. “Massage me from deep inside,” she commanded. “As you wish my queen.” Leo pulled his already taut penis free of his slacks and pushed himself deeply inside her. He even made circular motions with his hips, determined to rub his cock over every inch of her snatch walls. In and out, side to side, he continued his inner deep massage of her with a fun muscle of his own. Amber came again quickly with little resistance. She hadn’t stood much of a chance really with the way the chef was inserting himself in and out, around and around, her.

Elena felt a surge of confidence as she kneaded and glided her fingers over his skin, exploring every inch of his muscular frame. Liam bit down on his lip to stifle his moans, his body trembling with pleasure. Elena couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she continued to work her magic, knowing that she was bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. As Elena finished massaging Liam's tense back muscles, she gently instructed him to turn over onto his back so she could complete the therapy. Liam complied with a mischievous grin, eager for the experience to continue.

She rushed out in one breath and so fast, I worried that she would pass out I smiled at her in response as i tried not to think of the shit storm that would have occurred if a man had massaged me, i had not seen Dominic's beast in person but i could iimagine that it would be bloddy and nothing would affect my vacation. A few minutes later, in came a tall brown skinned woman with curly hair, accompanied by one of the staff members here in uniform "Ma'am, this is our second-best masseuse here, and she is at your service," she introduced us, and I shook her palm softly before lying on the bed next to me naked. I closed my eyes as she lathered me in oils before pressing them onto my skin and ru