I adore watching Sofija work quietly as she sets out her folding massage table in my living room, always in the same place.

Never in her life did she envision herself paying for pleasure, but after years with no touch, she's more than willing. She holds my other breast with a hand, she strokes her thumb over my nipple as her second hand slides down my stomach.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. After many requests sent in by women looking to try a feminine or lesbian massage for the first time, I thought it’s about time we covered this topic. Then Sofija does the thing I thought I’d never like, that I’ve never let anyone do but her, that makes me come so much harder.

Her fingers skate over my inner thighs, behind my knees, over my stomach, my chest, my neck, it all gets so intense.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.

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. Her fingertip leaves my clit, I’m too sensitive after coming, so she moves lower and slides her finger gently into me. Sofija slides the towel down right off my body and I’m lying naked and exposed on the massage table but I’m far beyond caring about that now. 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. She hasn't decided yet if she was going to go back and she confides in August and the response that she gets is not what she expects.Many ladies who have female tantric massages are not lesbians, or may not even consider themselves bisexual at all.