On the first day of summer art classes, I apprehensively set off for the urban campus. The commuter train stopped at the bottom of my street and six stops later deposited me a short walk from the fine arts building. The schedule called for morning instruction then after lunch spend the rest of the day in the studio, which was divided into workspaces, each wi...
After my first job posing for the college art class, Susan, the instructor, took me aside and told me that I needed to do some grooming. Apparently, I was a little too hairy down below. She gave me the name and phone number of someone that she has used in the past. I wasn't entirely new to grooming, and I thought that I did a pretty good job of keeping my sh...
~The whole "sexy librarian" thing is such a cliché. *yawn*~ She saw his text message pop up and quickly flipped her phone over on her study carrel, even as her stomach made an answering flip of its own, the same way it did nearly every time he wrote to her. Obviously they were flirting. She wasn't a prude, cliché or no—she knew what he was doing and what sh...
52 year-old Andi Friedman awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows and skylight of the master bedroom. She immediately thought of the night before, when she had had the most mind-blowing sex of her life. The man responsible for that incredible experience, 23 year-old Jake McInnes, slept by her side. Andi propped herself on one elbow and gazed at his...
Imagine an alternate universe where casual & free sex, sexuality, & nudity are everywhere, where all people are at least bi, where there are almost no sexual taboos, where everyone's a nympho or satyriac, and where almost all interpersonal interactions have some form of sexual content, and it has ALWAYS been this way. Now, imagine that this world com...
Good Day! I Began Writing This Essay— Tuesday, January 30th, 2018, 6:31 p.m. "Well, it means being able to find and arrange just the most effective words to communicate your feelings and explain things." —Dr. Deborah Morelli ("Lying Young" part 1) Top of the morning to you! Or, bottom of the evening to you! Or, whenever you happen to be reading. Of the...
Brianna desires something more Brianna's new job as a personal assistant to a wealthy businessman wasn't the only thing she was excited about. She'd developed a close relationship with him and his much younger wife. A business trip arrangement provided both an opportunity and a threat to their relationship. Complicating the situation, her boss's wife was...
“He can’t get his puck out of the net,” someone yelled from the back, causing an uproar in the packed room. Benny turned to see a man with wind-burned cheeks, the sure sign of an outdoor worker. He was about 5’6” and built like someone who makes his living in construction, lifting steel beams for his coworkers to put chains under them. But it was not him, th...
It is noon and I am driving you to your first appointment. Not a job but the spa. Preparation is key. Here you have your feet pampered and massaged, nails in glitter gold, hair curled and fluffed. Your make up is strong and deep. My girl needs to be the part of well-kept high priced slut. The look the makes cocks instantly stand at attention. Yesterday we h...
One evening after dinner I was summoned to Mistress Claudia's office. I entered, walked to a position about one a half meters in front of her, as I had been taught, and lowered myself gracefully to my knees. Weeks of training had brought to this simple act depths of gracefulness and submissiveness that I had never before dreamed possible. My walk was now the...