Pleasure University: Sensual Massage

By Donna Emmerson

Abby Monroe officially begins her sexual education with Intro to Sensual Massage. Abby is eager to please as she befriends her fellow classmates, Bonnie--a shy girl who, like Abby, wishes to become more secure in her sexuality-- and Tyler--a hardworking young man who's paying his own way through college. Abby studies hard under the wing of her professor-- Ms. Lark, a seductively gentle and amorous older woman.

Abby learns the methods and techniques necessary to soothe, comfort and satisfy the desires of all those that lay down on the table. Perhaps more importantly, she learns how to relax herself and to allow her masseuse classmates take care of her-- all of her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donna Emmerson
• Release date: Nov 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370567287

Donna Emmerson

From the UK, moved to the PNW, USA; now writes erotic fiction.

Book preview

For everyone who, like myself, wished a place like had existed when I was 18.

CHAPTER ONE

First Day of Class

Abby awoke to Charlotte biting at her nipples. She opened her eyes and found her roommate between her naked breasts and smiling devilishly.

Rise and shine, beautiful, Charlotte said. It’s the first day of classes.

Abby sprang upright.

What time is it?

8:30, replied Charlotte, hopping off of Abby’s bed. She went about placing the day’s necessities into a shoulder bag: dildos, books, handcuffs, pens and pencils. Abby groaned.

I have my first class at 9.

She fell back onto her pillow and covered her eyes with her arm. Charlotte nudged her and handed her a to-go cup of coffee from one of the mess halls.

I’ve been up since 6. I’m too excited to sleep in, Charlotte said brightly. What class do you have?

Sensual massage, said Abby, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She hopped down and pulled out a tank top and a pair of soccer shorts and put them on quickly.

Don’t forget your grape-seed oil, Charlotte reminded her.

Abby grabbed the bottle and threw it in her backpack. She put her feet into a pair of sandals and brushed her teeth on the way to the bathroom, rinsed, returned to throw her toothbrush on her bed, slapping Charlotte’s immaculately shaped ass on her way out. Charlotte blew her a kiss.

Abby shuffled into the crowd milling around campus. Students of all backgrounds, sizes and genders swam together like a school of fish, each individual one trying to find the hall of their morning classes.

Excuse me, a brunette with deep, brown eyes asked Abby. Do you know where Max Hall is?

Abby shook her head. I’m trying to find Lenire Hall?

The girl with the sexy eyes said, Oh! I passed that earlier! It’s… She pointed north. Past the courtyard, behind the big brick building.

Thanks! Abby said and she continued downstream to find her destination.

Lenire Hall was a multi-tiered complex that stood on beautiful brick columns that created a nice avenue of shade for Abby to walk through on her way to the door. Inside was air-conditioned, thank God, and there was an echoing clatter of students walking to their classes and the slightly muted moans of classes already in session. Abby checked her schedule on her phone.

Room 108, she whispered to herself. She found the room and entered through the open door. It was relatively dark inside but Abby could see the massage tables arranged in rows. A CD was playing sounds of nature and the birds chirping, water flowing and leaves rustling in the wind put Abby at ease. The students had gathered at the front of the room sitting on the floor where Abby quickly joined them. She sat down right at 9:01 and the teacher stood up from her desk and addressed the class. She was in her fifties, let her hair grow long past her shoulders and she wore beaded jewelry around her neck and wrists nicely framing a sex-wizened and athletic body. Her face was kind and her voice was gentle.

I’m glad you all could make it, she said with a smile. "Welcome to Sensual Massage 101. I’m your instructor, Professor Lark.