Her First Massage: A Short Lesbian Erotica Story

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I’ve never done that before, I’ve never gone down on a woman, obviously, but with Sofija I want to try.

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. It aims to chronicle and celebrate the stories, people and voices that are emerging and inspiring all of us, ranging in topics from pop culture and style to politics and news, all through the lens of today’s LGBTQ community. Her fingertip leaves my clit, I’m too sensitive after coming, so she moves lower and slides her finger gently into me. Does sound rather nice – even if I am a bit “touched out” on the boob area at the moment (by a baby, obvs – the man doesn’t get a look in at the moment). Her fingers skate over my inner thighs, behind my knees, over my stomach, my chest, my neck, it all gets so intense.I melt beneath her expert touch, I sigh without shame, I want Sofija to know how good it feels as she banishes a week’s worth of aches and pains and stiffness from my body.

By completing your purchase, you agree to Audible's Conditions of Use and authorise Audible to charge your designated card or any other card on file. One of these days I’m going to be brave enough to put Sofija on the table, to strip and lick her too. Lulu Rebel is a twenty-something graphic designer living in Los Angeles, California who decided she wanted more.Having permission to lie still and relax is good enough, but it’s nothing compared to when Sofija touches me. You can see female friends walking and holding hands or arms just like a couple but they are not, you may see a girl hits her friend’s butt and the other laughs loudly, you may even see girls lip-kissing each other but not with sexual intentions or feelings, or at least that’s what they believe. Having babies is a miraculous and wonderful thing… but it is NOT kind to the magnificence of a reclining bosom.

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. Use of this site constitutes acceptance of our User Agreement and Privacy Policy and Cookie Statement.Personalized advertising may be considered a “sale” or “sharing” of information under California and other state privacy laws, and you may have a right to opt out. Masseuses are just as likely to rub between your shoulder blades as they are to rub between your legs. She keeps going until my climax peaks and ebbs away, but the massage doesn’t end there, Sofija’s only getting started. And I can feel myself spreading open as Sofija’s hands move over me, my cheeks parting with each pass. I can also say that it is the comfortableness and ease between females which makes it easy for lesbians, because if your mother finds you in bed with your friend, not with very evident proofs you’re safe!

My breathing is so fast I’m almost hyperventilating; my clit feels like its swollen and pulsing with each beat of my heart. She smiles at me as I get up and change position, it’s just a faint smile, but there’s so much in it. 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. Sofija runs her free hand over my body again, her arms are long enough that she can reach up to grasp my breasts and pinch my nipples.I never understand how her towels are always to warm, she must heat them before she leaves, she must bring them in some sort of insulated bag. 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? Once she’s satisfied, I hear her lathering her hands in fragrant oil, she keeps rubbing them so it’s warm when she touches me again. So,to the spa experience, I think it was not a lesbian harassment, because if so she would have done more of it and with the moaning resistance it could lead to sex. She holds my breasts; she pinches my nipples with just the right force until I’m desperate for release.