Touching Her: The Lesbian Masseuse

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She smiles at me as I get up and change position, it’s just a faint smile, but there’s so much in it. Sofija massages my stomach with a gentler touch and it sets a cascade of ticklish butterflies loose through my lower body. Many ladies who have female tantric massages are not lesbians, or may not even consider themselves bisexual at all. Her fingers skate over my inner thighs, behind my knees, over my stomach, my chest, my neck, it all gets so intense.

Among the most impressive new faces are Diana Grace and Bella Rolland teamed in a most romantic scene. 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. Sofija strokes my g-spot, her other finger wriggles inside me, she keeps it up until I can’t take anymore. Her body language can decide if that was harassment or not: her looks, way of touching with eye contact… etc.

I can tell you that females in our society, due to our culture, find it very normal to do things that you might see as ‘very intimate’ and thus sexual. My bras are made of stern stuff, none of this flimsy two clasp stuff, my over the shoulder boulder holder is a three clasp and always tightly fastened on. Sofija’s hands travel higher, her slippery fingers move over my breasts, massaging, cupping me, my flesh feels supple and smooth with the oil, I groan out loud. Royalty-free licenses let you pay once to use copyrighted images and video clips in personal and commercial projects on an ongoing basis without requiring additional payments each time you use that content.

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. 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. She moves up and down me, she kneads my shoulders, knots of muscle along my spine, she liquifies the tension in my lower back.Pleasure erupts from my core, it flows through my body in waves, I groan and shudder as it fizzes through my brain.

Never in her life did she envision herself paying for pleasure, but after years with no touch, she's more than willing. Sofija asks me to undress and get onto the table in perfect English but in her soft, Latvian accent. 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. Sofija’s broad across the shoulders, there’s muscle on her body, her long legs are toned and sculpted. Jade Kush servicing client Ariel is a highlight, with bigger boobs on display than in the other segments.