Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

"I understand. They're undergoing orgasm denial all day with Slave Trainers today, but I want them to enjoy themselves as well, and by watching them engage in sex, it's beneficial to my own libido, but I'm looking for something other than oral sex positions to watch." "On Memorial Day, you saw a couple of the women doing what we lesbians call scissoring or tribbing with another woman," Mistress Dark said. "Tribbing is really any genital to genital rubbing, while scissoring is a specific form of it. I believe Lisa did it with your Mother, so I'm sure she understands the concept. You could tell them they have to make each other orgasm without using their tongues. I'm certain they would find al

Luna said with a smirk on her face. Gabrielle turned, looking at Luna, she said, "A male masseuse? That's not happening, as far as am concerned." Luna protested, "Come on, think about it. A man's hand is more firmer, and it'll be able to hit the right spot." "Not even a chance Luna, am I allowing a man to touch my body, let alone massage me? No friggin way," Gabrielle said firmly. "Alright, whatever you want. Whatever you want," Luna said, succumbing.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

But here, I see Sodom, and it looks like Sodom would be good if my body would be explored the way those ladies were exploring each other’s body. “You saw them, right?” she asked. I shook my head. I didn’t want to say much, because I fear she might ask me to do the same with her. But doing the same with her in the privacy of my room would be good because no one would see us, coupled with the fact that I have not had sex for three whole years, and going lesbian is safer than getting a dick. “They don’t like doing same with me, even if I ask them to help me out, but you said you would be here for me whenever I need you.” She said, rolled out of bed and made towards me.

“This particular style of massage holds benefits not only for women who have recently given birth, but also for men who have endured a taxing day at their occupation. I presume many of you in this gathering are married, and even if you are not, most of you are not single.” Suddenly, a voice from the crowd interjects, humorously suggesting that some of us may be sharing the same man. This remark elicits laughter from the others, and even Bianca, with a smile on her face. “As long as there is harmony among all parties involved, you can perform this massage for your partner whenever it is your turn. I am confident that the other women would understand.” “But what if this woman happens to be unr

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

I'm even sure after a taste she will be the one booking us here for dirty delicious sinful times. "Oh, only one person can work on both of you; that's how good our masseuses are.” “W-what?” Okay, that wasn't in the plan. “One masseuse per booking, I can switch to a female if you ladies are not comfortable.” She suggested it, and hell no, rather one man than another female. That friend also mentioned that even the females were into swinging, but right now if I don't get cock in my pussy, I will die. "It's fine.” Beatrice is the one who answered.

The cabana smelled of lavender and vanilla, soft music humming in the background as we stepped inside. Warm light spilled from little lanterns hung at each corner, making the space glow. A row of massage tables lined the room, neatly draped with white sheets. The receptionist smiled at us. “Two full-body massages?” “Yes, please,” Olive answered smoothly before I could open my mouth. I leaned in and whispered, “Um… female masseuses, right?” My cheeks were already burning.

"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

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.