Touching Her: The Lesbian Masseuse

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Not so I can pretend she’s anyone else or deny her, but it feels better if there’s just touch, no sight, it’s more intense. She sends ripples of pleasure through me, she moves her mouth and her other hand back and forth between my breasts, she gets me panting and squirming before she parts my lips and touches me between.

All I can see is a patch of carpet below and Sofija’s socks as she moves around the head of the table. Sofija runs her other hand over my oiled body, she strokes the sensitive spots she’s learned I have with a delicate, gliding touch.Her lips form around my clit, her tongue keeps flashing across it, but she sucks on me too, it makes me come even harder. This is a short erotica story containing explicit scenes of a sexual nature and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. She’s a physiotherapy student at the local university, she does massage on the side to pay the bills. One female client, VickyShh, at Karma Tantric, the London-based tantric massage agency I work for, gave a great description in one of the reviews she left after a tantric lesbian massage session: "A session of feminine discovery and erotic pleasure in authentic magical tantric energy. Sofija lays a towel over my body, from my feet to the top of my shoulders, and I luxuriate in the softness of it, the warmth of it against my naked skin.

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Sofija strokes my g-spot, her other finger wriggles inside me, she keeps it up until I can’t take anymore. When Mary recieves a flyer for a new massage parlour that apparently offers 'happy endings' she's admittedly curious. 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. It is described as a ritual by which you liberate or separate the two aspects of consciousness and female divine body. Modern tantric masseuses say it is a massage that stimulates total undoubted release of the body and mind between a female masseuse, and her female client.

There’s a warm towel beneath me; I put my head into the round, open, padded face rest at the end of the bench. I instantly went into charade mode, and flung my arms out wide and did a crude version of heads, shoulders, knees and toes with a quizzical look upon my face. Turning off the personalized advertising setting won’t stop you from seeing Etsy ads, but it may make the ads you see less relevant or more repetitive. Of course if on the rare occasion you begin a lesbian massage session that you are not completely comfortable to carry on with, it's at your discretion to stop at any point. From a wide range of quality brands to affordable picks, these reviews will help you find the best nude lesbian massage, no matter what your budget is.

I get asked this many times from my girl friends as well as many potential lesbian massage first timers. She holds my other breast with a hand, she strokes her thumb over my nipple as her second hand slides down my stomach. Four years of breastfeeding plus a bit of age means as soon as I flip over my breasts disappear to go chat up my armpits. Sofija begins by pressing various points on my back like she’s examining me, like she’s probing for areas of tension. We live in a world with so many variations of sexual preference, so it’s not unusual to change sexual preference, or at least try new things to see if they work for you.