Recently divorced and owning a 'cheaters' restaurant in Los Angeles, I must tell you about an event that was the most scintillating of my life. Arthur, a married entertainer, had been a regular in my restaurant. He and his wife Catherine were both charming and outgoing. Many of the times they were here for drinks, dinner and dancing, they brought other inter...
My lover gave me a gift. A gift I was reluctant, at first, to use. I had gone to the lounge to try and forget my sorrows, and the plan was, to find a male courtesan, any male courtesan, to bring home to warm my bed. I needed to feel a muscular body wrapped around me. I needed a man's scent. Perhaps he knew just what I needed, even though I did not express it...
Laraloubaye relished in her current vocation, but she was glad nevertheless when her long shift had been completed. Working in the Fifth Core Repository of the 23rd Vice Queen of the Lusawarare Planetary Cluster, she transposed recorded holographic erotica to the MexMRM (Mind Extension Multiple Reality Matrixes – the Zoue internet) so that it could be view...
"Your drinks, gentlemen," Desirée said, placing three frosty glasses of Ybarran beer on the floating cooler tray that hovered over the pool. "Or, should I say, officers." The three young Lorthlei, wearing the rank badges of second lieutenant in the Confederation Navy, swam over to take their beers. They thanked her as they hoisted their glasses but delibera...
"What a MILF!" Otto commented, as he noticed Stacey walking by him. There was just something about that particular salesgirl which especially attracted the mall's manager. It was true that the mall's rules technically discouraged any kind of relationship with staff, but she wasn't on the shopping center's payroll and thus not really his subordinate. She wo...
Some names have been changed * Several years ago, I decided to finally have the sleeve on my right arm completed. I went to my favorite shop to make an appointment with Erika, the woman who had inked all my tattoos for the past three years. Essentially, she'd used my arm and my back as a blank canvas. Yes, I trust her tattooing skills that much. Rather th...
This is the twenty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alter...
This story recounts one of the many conquests of Samson, the most accomplished rakehell of medieval times. Describing our hero requires few words: "There are men. And then there is Samson." If you can picture a man with the charm of Casanova, a physique that would intimidate the Incredible Hulk, and a phallus to put John Holmes to shame, you now know Samson....
Mary Jane swallowed apprehensively as she helped Steven Cornwall pull his shirt off over his head, kick off his boat shoes, unbuckle his trousers and slide them down his legs. Her best girlfriend's husband leered lazily at her. He pulled off his socks and dropped his briefs. Now he was as naked as she was with one difference. She held the envelope he'd just...
She was sitting in the common room of the Imperial Crown Hotel that evening, the center of attention for a clot of young noblemen — and I use the word "men" only in the broadest sense, for I doubt they could muster enough whiskers to qualify for a single mustache between them, never mind even a partial goatee. They were most likely provincials in the capital...