Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

He wondered how much she had been exposed to before though it seemed she was willing to try new things. She was at least willing to make out and have oral sex performed on her by a woman. She really seemed to enjoy it from the look of her legs and the shine that was there from her cum dripping down her legs. Her being completely unclothed was an added factor. The massage therapist had not removed any piece of clothes that were clothing her. In his mind, he knew that he wanted to see how she would react to maybe two women working her over. Also, two men. There were so many different things to try with her in the name of the treatment.

She got a huge kick out of how easily AJ led gruff Cord around by the nose. The aroma of sandalwood and lemon filled the room. “First and foremost, there is a pronounced difference between giving your partner a sensual massage and a deep tissue massage.” She dug her thumbs into the base of Cord’s spine and followed the line up to his neck. “You don’t want to cause your partner any discomfort. The amount of pressure used isn’t as important as a strong and steady touch.”

Alice entered the massage room, her senses immediately enveloped by the soothing ambiance. The space was dimly lit, with soft, golden light emanating from small sconces on the walls. The gentle sound of a waterfall played in the background, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils—lavender, eucalyptus, and hints of citrus. The masseuse, a serene woman with a calming presence, greeted Alice with a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Sanders. My name is Lila, and I’ll be your masseuse today. You’ve selected a full-body relaxation massage, correct?”

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

The scent kd herbs in this area was stronger and helped me relax more. "You ladies can go change in the inner roo while I prepare for your massage. Lyla, I'll have one of the girls get ready for you, I need to take on Lola myself", she told us as she gave us a white fluffy bathrobe each. The bathrobe felt so comfortable and soft, I could wear something like that for the rest of my life. I got out and met Lyla already laid on the massage table while another pretty girl massaged her body.

He kept the laptop by his side and stood up from the couch, without glancing at her, he said, “let's use the massage room.” Kate grinned behind him and followed; when they got to the room Liam took the massage oil, and she quickly took off the short gown she was putting on causing her breasts to dangle in front of him. She walked to the table and lay on her stomach, watching him as he poured the oil on his hands, then rubbed it on her back; keeping the oil, he used his both hands to knead her back. A moan left her lips as she closed her eyes, letting him work on her back.

The car stopped in front of the giant neon sign that blazed: Bunny Moon Club. "The first impression is the most important thing," whispered Karmen as we paid our admission. "So watch what you do, how you walk, what you say. Take medium-sized steps, and try not to smile so much." I took a mental note. Bunny Moon Club was an oasis for dancing-crazed lesbians. The dancing hadn't started yet. They were still serving dinner. We got a booth and ordered three burgers. Elise and I wanted pizza, but Karmen insisted that it would do too much damage to our breath.

I asked, humor in my tone. He shot me a wink. "More lotion means I won't be able to dig into your muscles. Which is good. If the tissue has been damaged, then I need to refrain from jabbing into them. Lymphatic massage is about moving the fluid inside your tissue. Not the tissue itself." All I heard was ‘barely any pressure.' I struggled not to whine. Light, fleeting touches did nothing but annoy me. But, he was trying to be a friend, so I would shut up and let him do so.

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

It wasn’t just applying sunscreen, but a massage and an arousal that made Lalisa let out a soft moan in her throat. Seren, lying on the other side, saw this and refused to be outdone. She picked up another bottle of sunscreen and started applying it to Lalisa’s slender legs. Seren’s touch was completely different from Kline’s. It was hotter and more invasive. Her large hands squeezed and kneaded Lalisa’s calves and thighs with full force, especially the inner thighs, which were the most sensitive area. Kieran, who had been watching quietly, rose and joined them. She didn’t use sunscreen, but instead picked up a bottle of cold-pressed coconut oil she had brought.