Lesbian Massages Novels & Stories

she said, voice rough. She poured oil into her own hands and returned the favor, massaging my breasts, my stomach, the tense muscles of my thighs. When her fingers finally slid between my legs I was so ready the first touch made me gasp. She worked two fingers inside me and used her thumb on my clit, watching my face the entire time. I came with my heels digging into the mattress and her name on my tongue. We cleaned the oil off with warm cloths and collapsed together under the fresh sheets. The afternoon light had shifted to gold. Maya’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing idle shapes on my skin.

I said, placing in in her hand, "It's hard not to be aroused by what happens here. I assume it's part of the reason you wanted to watch. You're frustrated by your life without love. It's why we urge you to seek counseling, Shasta. We won't bother you. Feel free to do as you like. You're safe here, as odd as it sounds." I returned to Lisa and went into a loose sixty-nine with her; my belly in the way. Shasta applied the vibrator to her clit and soon her back was arching as she orgasmed. The rest of us were doing nicely too. Rhonda had cum multiple times. Lisa and I had climaxed a couple. Cindy was cumming as I watched. Master was still banging away, his balls slapping down. He looked like he

“They really mixed up the couples massage booking. You sure you’re okay sharing The table with me?” Lena smiled, trying to act normal. “We’ve shared hotel beds during trips before. It’s just a massage, right? We’ll survive.” They both lay face down on the wide massage table. The masseuse started working on Lena’s shoulders first. Her fingers were strong and warm, pressing deep into tight muscles. Lena let out a soft sigh of relief. “That feels nice,” she murmured. On the other side, the masseuse began working on Sienna. For a few minutes, everything stayed normal. But then the masseuse quietly excused herself to get more oil.

I do so. “Yes!” He answers her while laying a towel over my butt. Then lays down on his table. Manny P.O.V Entering the room first, the female sees me before I lay down and gasps, “Jesus!” She's wide-eyed and blushing hard. Ythat’s right! All 13 inches is real and it's all me! I smirk. The female is Keya’s masseuse and the male is mine. I don’t want any man touching what’s Mine! I order us a deluxe package. Which included an exfoliating face, hand and foot scrub, hot stone treatment and deep tissue massage. After some time I ask her,

She was just medium in weight, but she wasn't skinny or fat, so she received a$$ She had a round a$$, so I squirted the massage oil all over it and ran it down her legs. Her a$$ were so soft when I first started massaging them that I couldn't believe I was massaging the assistant pastor's wife. "Gosh, go ahead and press it again. Bring your hands closer to the center." She m0@ned. Already, I had begun to suspect that she was bisexual. Running my fingers to the center as she said, I unintentionally touched her pvvsy lips from behind.

“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

The nerves are starting to kick in. I am hit with the scent of lemongrass when I walk into Onyx’s room. There are three tables set up for us to get massages. Two hunky looking masseuse and a woman for Storm, you know she has a mate and all, they are awaiting us with cucumber water. I decided to go with a deep tissue massage, goddess knows I need it.

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.”

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.

He felt that if he didn't agree, Larissa would probably burst into tears in front of him. He decided he wouldn't allow Larissa to follow him to his physiotherapy session again. Larissa must've been frightened. Larissa finally revealed a smile on her face. "Then we shall start with a massage!" She carefully rolled up Ambrose's pants and began vigorously rubbing her hands together to increase the heat on her palms. Then she put her hands on Ambrose's thighs.