I'm going to put in a word--several words, in fact--for one of my favorites in this book, "Cherry Blossom", and not just because it's a lesbian one. There's something extra sensuous about Japanese settings, and when you throw in a massage artiste--well, here's a snippet from about the middle:
Her hands glided up my quadriceps to my hip, then curved down over my inner and outer thigh on the downstroke. As her fingers fluttered against my outer labia, I gasped and jolted and moaned shamelessly. I was hopelessly, passionately aroused. My body pulsed with lust. I brushed aside the cloth and opened my eyes to see Miyuki looking down at me, a slight smile on her face. Her dark eyes seemed particularly intent. As she met and held my gaze, she slid her fingers deliberately along my labia until she was cupping my mound.
“Do you want a G-spot massage?” she asked me in her Queen’s English accent.
She spoke so primly that it took a moment for what she was saying to sink in, and then I realized what she was asking. I blushed. The telltale redness started at my breasts and crept up my neck to my cheeks. I suddenly felt funny inside, all fluttery and tense. I’d heard about “happy ending” massages, but I’d never gotten one, and it certainly wouldn’t have occurred to me to ask her for one. But since she was offering... Oh no, I couldn’t... Well, maybe... My thoughts vacillated wildly, and then it occurred to me that I would always wonder what it would have been like to have this exquisite woman bring me to orgasm in this setting. I knew that I would kick myself for the rest of my life if I said no. So I nodded, not trusting myself to say even the word yes with any coherency.
Miyuki’s smile deepened and then she turned away from me, only to return a moment later with cupped hands full of oil.
