My first client was a woman, in her late teens, a woman who had a wedding ring, her husband's credit card, G cup breasts and thick glasses. I didn't discriminate, though, and just took her glasses off before sitting myself in the back seat of her lawyer husband's Maserati Quattroporte (a car I had an eye on to buy myself, loving the looks and the obvious sex...
'Okay, is studying for exams boring or what?' Kainene heard Mykelos complaining as she closed the door to her flat. She sighed and shook her head, waving to the two guys in the dining area and going into her room. She had started her exams that day and had gone straight from the library to the Union shop to work then back to the library again. It was just pa...
Part 2 – The First Client Despite all her preparation and training, Louise was remarkably nervous about receiving her first visitor. "I hope I do a satisfactory job," she thought, "I wonder if this first one might be a test, set up by the Institute to check that I am competent". The man was in his forties, a rather timid batchelor who lived alone after hi...
I only write stories when something happens. I actually did try and write some that were my idea of erotic but somehow they always sounded fake to me. Well, something happened, although there was nothing erotic about it at all, really. At least not as I write this. For those who haven't read my stories, I will try my best to make this stand alone. I am a D...
Dear Les, It's been a while since I've written, and there's been a pretty big change in my life. When you come to visit next month, be sure to bring some of your best underwear. We'll be going to an event with The Club. After you read the rest of this, you'll understand why. I guess I'll start with what happened a few months ago at Missy and George's. The...
In the Castle of the Hawks, some days later, Emma, clad in her 'Story of O' outfit, was polishing the large walnut dining table, when she noticed a small door in the corner of the room. She quietly crossed over to the door and to her surprise, it opened and there was a staircase leading down -- but to where? Later, when she was in her room -- her cell. She...
Well this isn't a BDSM story, no kinky sex here, this is just a story about a girl from Brooklyn who loved a boy...only that boy grew up to be everything he said he wouldn't be and it crushed the girl's soul. ***** Jackie Ping-Pong stands 5"4 and people still look up to him. His blue-black hair is meticulously groomed, every week he gets a straight-razor s...
I have a dream job. Or perhaps more of a fantasy job. Unfortunately those fantasies are mostly in the minds of my friends. I run my own private massage therapy practice from home, no other staff, just me and the clients. So my friends luridly imagine this means I spend my days oiling the pliant thighs of nubile young ladies who are then so overcome with lust...
It's been a long day in the city of Waterdeep. Me and my adventuring party, an orc barbarian named Broq that sings a mighty double-headed ax, and so strong that he can kill tear the arms off of people w his raw strength, my advice to make him angry or angrier when he's raging when fighting. Our ranger a wood elf named Syria who can track anything in the wo...
Author's note: This is the second part of a six-chapter story. I recommend reading the first instalment if you haven't done so yet. + As usual my thanks go to my editors, Stattion and Joffa. Everything that's right is their work. Everything that's wrong is my fault. +++ Chapter 02: Dealing with Justin Alicia I woke with a start in the morning, still l...