Melissa kicked off her sandals as she walked into her best friend's apartment. Her very drunk best friend was close behind. "I just need a little nap," Amber slurred, shuffling toward the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend Sam. He was spread out on the couch in their living room, reading a magazine. "You guys have a good time?" Sam asked. He looked up a...
All of the torches and oil lamps in Isabella's castle were lit up for the party. Exuberance and lust filled the air. The Mistresses and Goddesses were adorned in resplendent, sexy, tight fitting dresses. The naked male servants massaged their feet and served them wine and hors d'oeuvres. Isabella required that all slaves at the party not wear their chastity...
I pay for a massage, with a (very) happy ending. It was a typical suburban house in a typical suburban street in an Essex town called Woodford. As I had been requested, I left my car a hundred yards or so past number 42 and walked back. It was a well-kept house with a neat front garden, gleaming paint and sparkling windows. That made me feel good and gave m...
I was born and raised in a whore house. If I'd been a girl I don't know what might have happened. End up a whore, most likely. What the heck, that's about what I have ended up. As a little kid it probably wasn't a whole lot different than most kids' life. Several of the girls working there were very nice and spoiled me, played with me. It got a little diffe...
A fictional letter from a National Guardsman to his wife * Hello My Sweet, By now you should have read the first letter I sent you. I'm hoping you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I miss you My Sweet. Here are the rest of my plans for your birthday. We spend the day together, relaxing, enjoying each other's closeness. I have planned a rom...
Manila was at the cafe with some of his coworkers, having a coffee and a few laughs. Born in Philippines but living in Madrid now for several years, he liked it here much better than at home. The cafe sat across the street from a hostel that many tourists would use to stay on the cheap, he and his friends often came here to check out some of the European and...
At work, you've looked stressed. I've asked, and you've told me it's just work that gets you so tense. You say that the tenseness has reached a point that you actually feel sore all over from it. For several weeks, I've offered to massage that tenseness and soreness completely out of you. You've smiled and said, "thanks, I'll keep that in mind." To my disa...
(While the world is filled with woman named Donna, this was written for one special Donna, not that she is better then you, just that this is her desire but she will share it with you too.) Last year I moved to the west coast and left the remnants of my old life behind. No wife (lost the battle with cancer), kids grown and in college, I wanted an escape f...
I wrote the first part about how my friend and I gave my wife and his wife dueling massages. The first part of our plan, him giving my wife a massage, was a huge success. Here is the second part where we hatch our plan on his wife. If you read the first part of the story, you might be wondering how much of this is true or is it all made up. Its all true bel...
I love feet. I especially love women's feet. I don't care if they are small or large or what kind of legs and bodies they are attached to. I just love feet. It's a good thing I do because I own a shoe store. That's probably why I got into this business in the first place. My store is located in a small strip mall in a very upscale neighborhood and my cliente...