Lesbian Massages Novels & Stories

MASON’S POV "Would you like me to continue the massage?" I asked gently. Christiana hesitated. "Yes...no... I don't know." I smiled reassuringly. "We'll take it slow." I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Trust me," I whispered. Christiana's eyes locked onto mine. "I'll try," she said softly. As I began the massage again, this time, she wasn’t cursing, wasn’t angry, just relaxing.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

I’m pretty sure the only reason Liam didn’t jump me then and there was because of the listening audience outside. Our first stop is a hot stone massage. We lay side-by-side on matching masseur benches while two women turn us both into puddles. We hold hands through most of it. Then there was a Himalayan salt exfoliation, followed by mud masks and mani-pedis. I smile at Liam through my drying mud mask as a woman sees to his cuticles and then massages his hands. “I knew there was a reason you always look so put together,” I say. “Mhm,” Liam replies, clearly in spa heaven.

EMMA The room was warm and dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I lay on my stomach on the luxurious massage table, the slim white towel draped modestly over my lower body. My heart was still beating faster than normal after realizing my masseur was a man — and not just any man, but one who looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

Lydia couldn't remember asking for any service. "I'm sorry, I don't think I need any service ......" "Oh, Miss Jones. It was arranged by Mr. Evans. This is not a normal massage service, and I think you will need it." Lydia was now like a canary kept in a golden cage; she could only accept it, not say no. Lydia was taken to a special room. By the time the massage began, she noticed something was wrong. This was not an ordinary massage. The servants not only massaged her whole body, they also repaired her pubic hair and even smeared a special liquid on her private garden.

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.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

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.

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.

She couldn't wait to soak her aching back in the hot water. Nahla walked right in, “Thank you Mar, this is amazing. “I did it for me too”, she laughed. The girls enjoyed some girl time as they soaked in the hot tub. Three masseuses came to get them after about an hour. The girls were only getting facials and pedicures. None of their mates wanted them to be touched by anyone, so Mariana promised that they wouldn't get massages, much to her dismay.