[This is a completed five-chapter GM novella that will complete posting by mid-July 2019.] *** I now understand that my subconscious was miles ahead of my "surface" brain on knowing what I wanted. Male models apparently are as justly characterized as thick brained as female models are reputed to be. I suppose I was more narcissistic in my youth and early a...
I had been playing tennis for several years without any 'side effects', but about six months ago I started getting pains in my back after half-an-hour or so of playing. My playing partner suggested I go to this sports masseur he knew, who was supposedly fantastic. I made an appointment and the following Friday at 10 am precisely I turned up at his massage pa...
It was shaping up to be a stressful day for Paul. The eighteen year old had spent the morning on his family's private golf course and most of the afternoon getting acquainted with his new private masseur only to enter the west kitchen for a snack and be blatantly disrespected by Alphonse, the uncouth new pool cleaner, causing him a level of stress he was not...
Massage. A new experience for me. I am lying there on my stomach being kneaded by strong hands, with a tiny little towel doubled folded and laid over my ass. The masseur is a sun tanned body builder type who also has a little towel wrapped around his waste. He has a very hot body of course and is the sort of man every woman wants to fuck. He is slowly rubbi...
Well, here I was lying on my backyard lounger, a glass of red wine in my hand, toasting my 48th birthday ... alone. Twice married, twice divorced and seeing my two kids for a few hours a couple of times a month, and as a result of the rather acrimonious ending to my second marriage, more than a little wary of any further involvements, so I’d become almost a...
I entered the new apartment with anticipation and a bit of fear. We discussed erotic massage but I was unsure of exactly what I was walking into... Is he a good guy, will he respect boundaries and go at the speed to make me comfortable, or will it get out of hand? If I were to get beaten up or robbed I can't really call the police... What am I worried about?...
Part 2: In which I consider leaving Luis and going solo... As I told you last time, I'd acquired a manager to market my sexual expertise. Then there was a week when Luis leased me out, or maybe traded me -- I never learned the full details, to a massage parlour called 'Le Homme Libre'. When I protest I know nothing about giving a massage he laughs. The clie...
Steve looked at his watch as he sat at the table in the coffee house sipping a cup of coffee. It was Friday afternoon, the weather was cold, windy and a slow cold drizzle was coming down. It seemed to symbolize the way his week had gone. First his girlfriend of two years had decided to break off their relationship because she wanted to see other guys. He fou...
At an outside café in Izmit, not too far from the Marmara shore, Umut has just shared a glass of tea and some food with a friend who has now left. Umut is not ready to return home just yet, so he stares vacantly into the almost fantasy-like glow of the late fall afternoon. The setting sun on the Sea of Marmara radiates as a brilliant iridescent fog througho...
The entrance to The Diogenes stood amidst the elite of London's Gentlemen Clubs but two minutes from Whitehall. Sandwiched between the Explorers and Cavalry the unnamed and unnumbered entrance presented nothing more than another marble portico in an already abundant forest. As I descended from the hansom the door opened miraculously as if by some invisible h...