Touching Her: The Lesbian Masseuse

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There’s a warm towel beneath me; I put my head into the round, open, padded face rest at the end of the bench.

Her fingers skate over my inner thighs, behind my knees, over my stomach, my chest, my neck, it all gets so intense. It is described as a ritual by which you liberate or separate the two aspects of consciousness and female divine body. But how can it not be sexual, when someone touches you so intimately, when they do it with skill and care, and when they make it feel so incredibly good? She’s firm, her grip and press are strong, but with all that warm oil on her hands and on me, she glides over me so easily, there’s strength but no friction.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. By that time my husband’s at work, the kids at nursery and school, and I’m free to indulge in my one moment of luxury before a week of cooking, cleaning, childcare, family matters and various other forms of drama commences. My eyes come open and Sofija is standing over me, her face flushed, her eyes wide, my wetness around her mouth. Pleasure erupts from my core, it flows through my body in waves, I groan and shudder as it fizzes through my brain.

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She laps at me quickly with a delicate press of her tongue, in time with her fingers beneath her jaw.She walks around me as she finishes her preparations, she doesn’t speak, there’s just the sound of her moving and that music. This is a short erotica story containing explicit scenes of a sexual nature and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.