'So, is this your first time?' she said. I was naked, lying on my front on a giant bed in a private room. The girl who called herself Fatima had also stripped off and was massaging my back and shoulders. I was fifty-two; she was maybe twenty-five. 'This shouldn't be happening,' I thought. But with my head on my arms, I could see the naked Fatima taking car...
After I came inside Lydia, she gave me a moment to recover, then asked me to hold still while she reached down to take hold of my cock, the condom intact. I carefully pulled out and lay on my back as she removed the condom and cleaned me up. She seemed unmoved, back to her previous flat-voiced self, handing me tissues and changing the bedding with nurse-like...
Fatima Club Aphrodite called itself a 'gentlemen's club'. It was open from eleven in the morning to eleven at night, and there was no need to make an appointment. You showed up at the blacked-out front door, pressed the buzzer and waited a few uncomfortable seconds for it to open. Once inside, you were greeted by the hostess, a woman in her fifties, who to...
Fatima had a booking, so we were unable to extend our time. I was relieved, to be honest -- the extra hour would have stretched my finances -- but Fatima was upset. She kept apologising as I got dressed, even though I kept saying it was fine. I was puzzled. I knew Fatima liked me, but I never thought she found me sexually attractive. Now she had the best of...
Gladys Dribbel sat back in her chair and looked out through the windows of her office. Despite her weight, the chair did not creak as she leaned back—the amount of money it cost, it damn well shouldn't. Her navy blue suit and crocodile leather shoes also breathed money. But she was worth it. Without her, Devlin would have gone bankrupt or been arrested years...
I made a deal to treat myself to sex every two months, but a week after the fuck with Sabrina, I was checking the Club Aphrodite website daily. I wanted to get an idea of her schedule. I suppose I could have booked her, but my experience with Fatima discouraged me. Booking a girl had set up huge expectations which I reckoned was part of the reason it ended u...
Sabrina Someone once said that the difference between paid sex and unpaid sex is that unpaid sex works out more expensive. That might even be true: if I were to spend a week adding up what my ex-wife cost me and divided it by the number of fucks, I'd probably spend the following week banging my head against a wall. Still, two hours with Fatima had cost almo...
I checked the Club Aphrodite website every day, but Sabrina wasn't lying when she said she was part-time. She only appeared under 'Working Today' twice in three weeks. Then, one day, I clicked onto the website and her profile was gone. Part of me felt gutted. I liked Sabrina and I had loved fucking her. Yet, despite what I'd said, I was hurt by her refusal...
There was a conference room in the office building where every week Devlin would meet with his senior staff, the so-called Three Merry Wenches. That was the theory. In practice, Devlin hated meetings and, as a consequence, the furniture was as cheap as he could get away with—a plywood conference table in three sections and the kind of mass-produced chairs yo...
After my experience with Carla, I stayed off the Club Aphrodite website for more than two weeks. When I did resume checking, I saw that she worked pretty much full-time. It frustrated me. On the one hand, I knew I would never choose her again. On the other hand, I didn't particularly want to see her face-to-face, shake her hand, and then choose a different g...