Reluctant Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

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.

I could see the desire in her eyes, the urge to keep her here with me tugged at me but not now. We can't have sex right now, I know Lana is still reluctant, and even though I don't want to admit it, I feel fuçking guilty. “Goodnight,” her angelic voice whispered on my ears as her lips brushed my ear lobes faintly. Fuck, is she trying to seduce me? Because I could stop her, she stood up from my lap and walked towards the stairs. I ran my hands through my hair roughly as I try to calm myself, I don't think I would be able to taste anything as delicious as Lana's mouth.

"This is for me. I will pay for it and several others. You'll need them for events in the future." Her eyes studied him, but she didn't resist his touch. They were making progress. Why didn't he want to stop touching her? She was getting under his skin. Maybe not a good thing so he stepped away. "Please let me do this. I know that you're a proud woman, but you are playing a role right now." She flinched and Noah knew he hadn't chosen his words carefully. "Would you do this for just any girlfriend?"

“I could rub it for you.” After the briefest hesitations, as though she was deciding something more important than if she would let him give her a massage, her smile widened a bit. “Thank you. That would be nice.” He tried not to let his mouth hang open in shock. With a brisk nod, he took her arm carefully, still afraid she would jerk it away and flee like a scared rabbit. When she didn’t, he led her to the bed. “Why don’t you get comfortable while I find some oil?” At her nod, he left her to go to the bathroom. He stood for a moment in front of the mirror, counseling himself not to read too much into the subtle signs that she was perhaps letting go of some of her anger and sense of betrayal

"At night, we'll talk about it." "So did something really happen?" - It happened. She let out a long sigh and pulled away from my arms, saying: - Turns around. - What? - Turn around. I'll give you a very relaxing massage. Hesitantly, I obeyed. Rylee straddled me and began massaging my shoulders and back with her delicate hands. As far as it went, the feeling was good and comforting. However, it was impossible to relax as I felt the contact of that furry, hot and slick pussy, sliding over my lumbar region. The tension in my body was not eased, but replaced by a better tension, the rekindling of the fire of desire that burned like embers in my veins.

His eyes had grown dark and hazy, with an emotion my body recognized all too well. I swallowed the ball in my throat and nodded stiffly before doing as he asked. I had to play this right. If I refused him, refused them, they would know something was wrong. My head lay against the plush sheets and I waited with baited breath. Len picked up my hand and began to rub circles into my palm. At first, they were soft, barely going beyond the surface, then it switched to deeper tugs as he massaged my arms and shoulders. I swallowed thickly as my breath hitched. This was supposed to be just a massage, to help me relax. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t allow myself to be turned on by these men who worshi

I walked to him, to help him climb the bed. “I'm okay, I just need a little body massage,” he closed his eyes in discomfort. “I will help you then,” I walked to the locker to get the ointment oil for massage. I moved closer to pull off his clothes. “Don't touch me!” he yapped and moved backward. “Why? I want to help you so that you can feel better,” I glared at him with confused eyes, wondering why he showed so much irritation because of that. “I only allow Licensed Massage Therapists from Weicity to massage me, I have called for them, they will be here in a bit,” he bluntly exclaimed and lay down back.

"She is a new recruit sir. If you want I can fire her…" Liam kept his eyes pinned on the attendant who didn't even look down and kept staring at him. He liked that attitude. The girl has the guts, "no, just tell her to do as I say." And then she followed every order he gave just like she was doing now. "your masseuse will be here soon in a few seconds. As you requested you will be getting a hot oil massage," saying that she left Liam alone with his would-be wife, the golden hair temptress who made him as randy as a teenager.

An attraction that went beyond the sexual, but it was all we had. I didn't hesitate for a moment when I pulled the bars of my dress over my head, gently climbing the fabric through my skin, knowing that he would be writhing to do that with his own hands. Dennis wouldn't let me masturbate alone before our sex, because he wanted that moment to be his too. The man had even made fun of just touching my intimacy and listening to me moan. It was strange, but hot. Very hot.

It had no meaning. “I don’t like him anymore, so I broke up with him. Is that not allowed?” Without waiting to see their reactions, she stepped toward the residential complex. Samson lost it and shouted across the distance. “Valerie! Do you even know that Dom’s right hand is useless now? Don’t you feel a bit sorry at all?” Was this his strategy? To morally coerce and emotionally manipulate her? Valerie wasn’t buying it. She didn’t turn back as she raised her voice.