Her First Massage: A Short Lesbian Erotica Story

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Masseuses are just as likely to rub between your shoulder blades as they are to rub between your legs. Having permission to lie still and relax is good enough, but it’s nothing compared to when Sofija touches me. This is a short erotica story containing explicit scenes of a sexual nature and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Her fingers dance over my g-spot, she doesn’t fuck me with the one up my bum, she just curls it inside me to tickle that incredible place within and as her fingertip touches it a wave of pleasure erupts and surges through me. Hi J, I’m really glad my article has given a little inspiration and that we are getting the word out on how Yoni Massage is a wonderful way for women to empower their sensual energy.

At home instead of a salon, Dana Wolf and Zoe Bloom deal with a leg injury with massaging on a bed leading to erotic conclusion.Her body language can decide if that was harassment or not: her looks, way of touching with eye contact… etc. One of these days I’m going to be brave enough to put Sofija on the table, to strip and lick her too. All I can see is a patch of carpet below and Sofija’s socks as she moves around the head of the table. I moan softly as she moves up my legs, as she dissolves all the tension in my calves, my thighs, as her hands move higher. Finding myself with another woman massaging my bosom is a first for me, and giggles rose childishly in my throat as I thought of my friend Sara in the next room who was undoubtably having the same experience.

As Lily, a ruddy-faced, blonde, university student, ventured deeper into the dense thicket of frosted firs, the crisp scent of pine needles filled her senses and melted away the monotony that clung to her soul like a damp blanket. She keeps going until my climax peaks and ebbs away, but the massage doesn’t end there, Sofija’s only getting started. When she meets her masseuse, the beautiful Alexis, she can't help but hope that there really will be a 'happy ending' after all. After all, being queer is hard work – we’ve got endless flannel shirts to wash and carabiners to organize – and having someone else massage the stress away feels incredible. Sofija’s broad across the shoulders, there’s muscle on her body, her long legs are toned and sculpted.Many of her clients identify as straight women who just prefer to get erotic arousal and spiritual bonding from female hands. Her lips form around my clit, her tongue keeps flashing across it, but she sucks on me too, it makes me come even harder.

Even if I’m by myself at home, I’m active, even if I’m taking a break, I’ve got my phone in my hand or a magazine. I’m so close, right on the edge, I’m trying to dig my fingers into the padded top of the massage table.If only the world was as “open-minded” as us… Alas, matters of sexual identity and equal love, often cause so much friction in the rest of the world.