Reluctant Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

Her nails were manicured in an elegant nude shade, and the session ended with a light full-body massage that slowly melted the tension from her muscles. With every touch, Renata became more aware of what awaited her tonight. Her body was being cleansed, pampered, and prepared—as if she were being made ready to be offered. Lying on the massage table with her eyes closed, she breathed slowly, but her mind raced. Tonight, I’m really going to belong to all three of them… There was fear. There was shame. But beneath it all, a burning desire grew stronger, becoming impossible to contain.

“With pizza afterwards? She’ll be all in.” I laugh too, but then I remember the day I first brought the table home. “I actually bought it for myself at one point,” I confess, scratching the back of my neck. “Thought maybe massages could help me reconnect with my body, you know, my sexuality… but it just made me uncomfortable.” Kiera’s brows knit together, concern flickering in her eyes. “Massage made you uncomfortable?” I shrug, feeling the weight of my words. “Yeah. It felt like I was trying too hard to find something that wasn’t there. I don’t know. It just didn’t click.”

I watched it flow over her pert nipples and licked my lips without realizing that I’d done it. “Do you want to suckle one? Have you ever done it?” “I’m not a lesbian,” I protested in a strangled voice. “Curious doesn’t mean lesbian,” she said with a soft smile as she stroked one of my nipples with her forefinger. “Curious just means curious. The body was meant for pleasure. Don’t let human ignorance stop you from enjoying it.” I closed my eyes as I reveled in her touch. My mind raced over what to do. Did I dare act out my curiosity with my bestie?

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.”)

“Oh Ellie, your jealousy is making me flatter.” My eyes widen. “I’m not jealous. You are so full of your self!” “You keep mentioning girls in our conversation. So what do you want me to think?” “I was just curious okay?! How can you be good in giving massage if you have no one to do it.” I said in my defense. “Fine. But just to inform you, my massage are only exclusive to family members of Escarrer.” He said. I pouted my lips. “Then why did you offer me your massage service? I’m not an Escarrer.”

“We have a couple’s massage at 10:30.” “Oh! How lovely,” she says, clapping her hands together. She glances back and forth between the two of them. “Our couple’s massage is very romantic and sensual. Trust me, you won’t regret setting aside time for this. Everyone raves about it!” “Very romantic and sensual,” Isabella repeats, her voice flat. “Great. Perfect.” Archibald slides his arm around Isabella’s waist. “It was his idea to book the appointment,” Archibald lies, surely just to fluster Isabella, which seems to be one of his favorite pastimes. “He’s a big romantic.”

Aurelia ‎tried to pull her legs away from him ‎but Lucian held her legs down and ‎looked at her with a hardened look. ‎"Just relax and enjoy it like a good ‎girl should" he said to her and ‎looked back at her legs, starting the ‎massage. ‎Aurelia decided to just let Lucian do ‎his thing. It was just an innocent, ‎harmless massage anyways but a ‎minute into the massage, Aurelia ‎realized that perhaps this massage ‎was not as innocent as she had ‎thought it would be. ‎His strong, harsh hands glided over ‎her skin gently, creating a contrast ‎that made her insides churn with ‎excitement.

He was becoming a friend and he was slowly teaching me little bits of Italian - which I was very clearly butchering. While the house did feel lonely, there was, however, one bit of company that I enjoyed every afternoon. The masseuse I hired, Elena, would come collect me from the pool or the sauna or wherever I happened to be at the moment, and lay me down on a very relaxing massage table in a gorgeously designed relaxation spa room in the house. She was stunningly beautiful. Tall, long legs, dark hair, with big blue eyes you could get lost in. Her body was in peak fitness, like an Olympian. The first day, she gave me a wonderful massage and in her horribly broken English, tried to ask me ab

He shrugs. "She didn't seem that way to me though." Francis continues. I drop the glass back on the nightstand. "Lets forget about that... how about I give you a a nice massage with my mouth." I smirk and straddle him again. He winks back in reply. I smile, wrap my fingers around his length and take it into my mouth, Lesley slipped out of her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself. She showered and joined Gary in the room, wearing his shirt and his boxers. She leans against the glass walls. looking down at the city below.

"That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?" "No." "Thin plastic sheet. If they're wet or oiled underneath they can't tell the difference. I have some regulars that I see once or twice a week that are