4 Book(s) Related to lesbian-massages

Blind massage parlor

Blind massage parlor

418 Views · Ongoing · Noah
My buddy Ron had been a miserable wreck for days, whining about how some young girl had scammed him out of his cash.
After pressing him for details, I found out the girl worked at a massage therapy parlor.
Fired up with the idea of getting some payback for my brother, I headed over to this "blind massage" joint...
Only to find myself tumbling headfirst into the very same honey trap.
His Lesbian Luna

His Lesbian Luna

906 Views · Ongoing · Mirabel Samuel
Sera is not the Alpha’s daughter.

She’s a lesbian who was caught, her lover executed, and her life spared for one purpose only —to be sold to the most feared Alpha King in the land as a replacement.
So she does the only thing she can. She pretends.
Now she is living inside another woman’s identity, bound to a man she is lying to every single day, carrying a secret that could get her killed.
King Damon is cold, powerful, and not as blind as she hopes.
How long before he sees through her?
Mr Rosanov, This Lesbian Wants To Ride You

Mr Rosanov, This Lesbian Wants To Ride You

650 Views · Ongoing · WilliamEst's Pookie
When Carolina, an obsessed, lovesick lesbian, gets her heart broken by the lady she wants to spend the rest of her life with, she wants to take revenge on the man who stole the love of her life. Surprisingly, this “man* turns out to be her stepbrother whom she abhorred with her life. She begins a mission to stalk her stepbrother, get him obsessed with her, then dump him so she can get back with Angelina, her ex girlfriend. What starts as fake admiration and obsession eventually turns into something real and Carolina realizes that she may not be a lesbian after all. Maybe bisexual. But she was definitely into men. And one of them… is her stepbrother.
The Message My Mother Sent After I Died

The Message My Mother Sent After I Died

538 Views · Ongoing · Coralie Sullivan
I think I'm dead.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an abandoned amusement park, and my body was sitting on that slowly turning carousel.

I was only ten years old. I don't know how I died.

Detective Sarah, the blonde officer, promised to find the truth. So I followed her, watching her peel away layer after layer of lies—

In my diary, I wrote down all my fears and all my waiting.

On the phone, Mom sent that video of me laughing.

In the autopsy report, evidence of long-term abuse filled every page.

Mom had been saving money for three years, saying she'd take me away. That afternoon she picked me up from school and said, "We're really leaving this time."

Then what happened? Why did I die at the amusement park? Why was Mom's first reaction after my death not to call the police, but to—

I thought Mom came to save me.

Until I saw the text message she sent...
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