Lesbian Surprise Massage Novels & Stories

Everything was white, serene, endlessly luxurious. Then the St. James women entered. Within ten minutes: Genevieve questioned the massage therapist’s credentials (“Do you have experience with decades of trauma or just knots?”) Mercedes fell asleep during her steam facial and scared the staff. Abigail requested a fertility-boosting massage and freaked out when the therapist said, “We’ll focus on your womb energy.” Ruth prayed quietly during her deep tissue massage (“Lord, please don't let this woman crack my spine like a glow stick.”)

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.

The place was great, shiny marble covered the floors and I could see my reflection in them. "If you'd take a seat. Kaleb and Jase will be with you in a moment for your massages and the chiropractic adjustment. There are some robes in the changing rooms. Please take off all articles of clothing and jewelry and slip them on." This 'Lin' character was a whole new breed of person. Though her smile was warm and her tone was soft, there was no emotion in her words and there was a hardness in her gaze. She was like a walking bomb. I wonder what upset her.

She laughed as I blushed and continued walking. When we got to her suite, I was surprised to see her guest room converted into a spa. One of the stylists handed a white robe to me and instructed, “Go in the restroom and get undressed completely. Okay?” I nodded and did as she asked. After I was done, I walked out and she immediately led me to a massage table, “Go ahead and take off the robe and lay on the table with the sheet over you.” I did as I was asked and when she started with the massage, I was in heaven. When she asked me to lay on my stomach, I warned, “My back is full of scars. There is no way to really prepare you for it.” She smiled, “Honey, I’ve seen some pretty scarred bodies.”

"Or you, Susan, I think." "Easier and more orgasms sounds wonderful," Susan said, blushing. "Is there any finer feeling in life?" "Of course not," Mahana replied. "It is the sensation of creation possibility. What could possibly be finer? Would you like massages before the sunset?" "If they're like that, yes," Krista replied, indicating the French people, seeing one of the women on her back, her feet held up and wide apart while she was being fucked, a female staff member squatting on her face while massaging her chest and breasts, while the other woman was on her stomach, her face buried in the pussy of the other female staff member, the male staff member fucking her in the ass while simult

Why did it become her coming here to seek a romantic affair? "Don't you know? Our country's massage services have always been extraordinarily special." As the man said this, he winked at her, which made Sigrid shocked. It came to her mind that when she emphasized that she wanted a female masseuse a while ago, the waiter looked a bit troubled. People who came here for a massage were indeed developing some improper relationships. It was rare to have someone like her request for a same-gender masseuse. Sigrid was glad that the previous waiter understood what she meant. If they interpreted her as a lesbian, she would be so embarrassed!

His member sprang up with renewed vigor, and he intensified the kiss. He carefully threaded his hands down her thigh and began to caress them passionately. A soft moan escaped Isa’s lip as his electrifying touch sent butterflies down her nerve endings, making her dripping wet. Engrossed in this beautiful moment of ecstasy, Isa suddenly grabbed hold of his belt and pushed him into the hot bathwater, he landed on top of her in the bathtub, their bodies pressing against each other. The shock on Liam's face was very obvious; he glared at her in awe, staring into her hazy eyes, the vodka surely influencing her a lot.

Lisa Manoban, a 22-year-old masculine trans woman, stood nervously outside Room 203 in the college dormitory. Her heart raced as she gripped the doorknob, steeling herself for what was to come. She had been summoned here by Asa, a busty freshman with insatiable appetites, and her roommates – Rosé, Somi, Sohee, and Miyeon. They were all dominant personalities, and Lisa knew she was in for a night of intense submission.

James pulled the white curtain across the window and stood over Lizeth. "I'd like to massage your boobs." "Go ahead sweetie." James got one of the white hotel towels and lay it behind Lizeth. She undid her bikini top at the back and told James to take it off. He did as he was told, now aware of the growing wet patch at the tip of the bulge of his trunks. The large melons emerged and Lizeth lay down on the towel. James looked at them a moment in awe, as if it was his first time seeing them. Lizeth giggled and James grabbed a small bottle of massage oil.

He left her there with a kiss to her forehead and she was told to strip. For the next two hours, she was waxed, massaged and oiled. She felt relaxed and she knew then that one touch from Dominic would make her want more. She wasn’t sure how to describe what she was feeling, only that her feelings scared her. Her labia felt sensitive but oh so smooth to the touch, and she kind of liked the feeling. She walked back up the stairs when her treatments were done, and headed to the main suite. Dominic wasn’t in there but candles were lit and in the bathroom, a steaming bubble bath awaited her.