Last night I dreamed that I gave Madonna a massage. I work in a famous health and beauty salon in Knightsbridge. I've been there for two years and am one of their most experienced masseuse. I have famous clients and although I am very professional I have to admit that the sight of their naked bodies gives me a thrill, particularly the women. I hear her be...
Author's Note: So...this story idea came to me after seeing an Instagram pic of Cassadee wearing some sort of sling on her hand and saying that carpal tunnel syndrome, from playing too much guitar, was the culprit. I got this idea in my head that perhaps there was another reason, and thus a story was born. ***** I wouldn't exactly call it a secret, but w...
I had started to settle into a routine (Virgos do that), so it came as a bit of a shock when things were suddenly different. I slipped between the fence and garage at about the same time as usual, but tonight, Sharon wasn't settling into her evening routine. Instead, she was a bustle of activity. From out here, I couldn't really tell what she was doing, but...
I stand by myself in the store, looking at fun things to try on. Things that will stretch and conform to my body. Fuzzy and warm things - I can't resist a good chenille sweater. I have an adoration for velvet in all its incarnations. And of course, because it is the season, I must find something red. While I am trying to select a few things, I see a rather...
Last night was my second date with Jason. He's a bit of a geek, but is smarter than hell and has a wickedly dry sense of humor. My history with men is spotty at best, always falling for the chiseled Adonis type, easy on the eyes but in the end dim witted and often cruel. Jason is a real change of pace for me, not at all the type of guy that I usually find my...
Escort Confessions II: Street Hooker Blues After the previous week's unexpected surprise, Harold has wasted no time sending over new attire for the new fantasy experience. Racquel excitedly opens the boxes and lays everything out on her bed, her pussy already soaked in anticipation. The first hint of what Harold had in mind: knee-high boots in cheetah print...
"Who says cigarettes aren't still sexy?" Wren thought to herself with a silent smile. She was lazily watching Quinn's back rise and fall while simultaneously watching his reflection in the dresser mirror beside the bed. Secretly she watched him over her arm covering her face lying stomach down on the bed. Her curly brown hair hiding her intent stare in layer...
At some point, we woke up for real and showered together. We washed each other, occasionally stopping for a kiss or a quick suckle. We went back to my apartment and she helped me put the rest of my things away. We both had to work that night, so we said a slow goodbye and she went back to her room to get ready. I still couldn't believe I'd spent the night...
There I sat, mostly naked, in a large, comfortable bed. There was a lingering scent in the air that I couldn't quite place. Something refreshing and relaxing. The lights were dimmed, so I couldn't make out the details of the bedroom, but it really didn't matter. My eyes were fixated. She strode into the bedroom, confidently, arrogantly. I had been forced to...
I met a girl who told me she's a dancer, A pretty girl I'd never met before. I went to the theatre to see her; What a shock when I walked in through that door! - Englebert Humperdinck "The Dancer" * At exactly five o'clock, Tammy's alarm began its annoying beeping. "God, I hate alarms that beep -- someday I'm going to get one that will wake me with music,...