Reluctant Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

Killian squeezed my hand once before letting go, thumb brushing my wrist. “See you in the sauna,” he said low, just for me. I felt his eyes on my back the whole way down the hall. My massage therapist was named Lani—small, strong hands, voice like a lullaby. She led me to a private room: dim lights, heated table, scent of warm coconut oil. I slipped out of my sundress, wrapped the robe around me, and lay face-down under the sheet. The massage started slow—her hands gliding over my shoulders, thumbs working into knots I didn’t know I had. She moved to my back, then lower—careful around the faint hand-shaped marks Killian had left on my ass two days earlier.

"Be rest assured, Luna Isabella; I am a mated female, and I have no interest in your mate. It is also against my work ethics to lust after a client, so you don't have to worry." I felt ashamed as she explained herself; it was something I couldn't control. Watching another female place her hands on what is mine always riles me up. "Someone is always possessive of me." Richard said through the mind link, and I rolled my eyes. "Drop it." I shivered as I felt the masseuse's cold hand on my body, rubbing the massage oil on me. I closed my eyes as she began to work out the kink in my shoulders, moaning as she hit a spot. Lord knows I was in need of this. I have been too stressed for the past few w

Before I could say anything else, they were both in my head mindlinking me. Your masseuse will be a woman, Little One. No man's hands will touch your body, understand? Actually, I don’t. You two are probably going to be at a strip club doing God knows what, but I can’t have a massage? Of course, you can have a massage, Angel. But with the amount of hormones flowing through you, you’re just a bit sensitive lately. So it’s best if your massage is done by a woman. What the hell are you guys talking about?

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.

A slow seductive, tongue-twisting kiss that made me want to pull her back and take her home and fuck her until the sun came up. "I'm sorry, it's been a while for me too." She let out the sexiest laugh and get back to my side, resting her hand back on my arm. "Oh, damn... I like her," Larissa giggled then said, "anyways feel free to look around. A couple of shows have already started, help yourself to refreshments. I'll be around if you decided to change your mind we can always have a threeway." Larissa put her hand on my arm not wanting to push the set boundaries since she knows that I'm a Dom. If she's surprised that I didn't put a leash on Jacqueline she did not show it.

Not only that it will save you from a lot of embarrassment, it also prevents non-consensual source of laughter in the city. “Allow me to introduce your attendants. The one on the left is Lorraine, she is a licensed physical therapist who specializes in Swedish and Shiatsu Massages; the one in the middle is Adora, she is a licensed beautician; and on the right is Hayley and she is in charge of your cosmetic needs.” They all say, “Hi,” to me and I reply in the same manner. “Can I start mixing your drink, Madame?” Adel asks me.

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

The walls are hung with tapestries, deep blues and burnt oranges, patterns that make my eyes trace loops and whorls like fingerprints. The massage table’s wider than I expected, the vinyl smooth and cool under my palms when I press down. A heated pad hums beneath the sheets, the warmth seeping into my skin even through the fabric. "Strip to your comfort level," Lena instructs, her voice dropping an octave. "We’ll be using a blend of jojoba and ylang-ylang today. Good for tension." She winks. "All kinds of tension." Kirly doesn’t hesitate, kicking off her heels and peeling her blouse over her head. I’m slower, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

Good; she hadn't lost it yet. "Would you mind if I held your hand and stroked your head while Lisa is spanking you?" "No, Mistress. I'd enjoy it." I sat on Lisa's left side and when Rose went over her lap to be spanked, Rose's face was near my cunt, smelling me, smelling ripe female. Not a bad plan when dealing with a lesbian. I held her right hand with my left and stroked her face with my right. Lisa started the spanking. I signaled her to go slowly, drag it out.