PREFACE The language in this story can get quite vulgar towards the end. It is not meant to do anything but titillate readers and the subjects of the story. If you're turned off by dirty talk or unbridled sex (vs. romance), then this fantasy* missive is not for you. You'd be better moving to another story. This story clocks in with three parts at 7,000 word...
"This is the place?" Jason said, one eye cocked at the hole in the wall establishment before us. If not for the small painted sign marked Massage, we would have thought it nothing but a backdoor in a seedy back alley. "Yup, 6 Jian She Road." I pointed to the number on the wall. Eager to escape the sweltering afternoon heat, I pushed open the rickety door....
In my last story I told of how my husband and I changed partners with our friends for an undetermined period. They both became house guests, John's friend Keith and I fucking and sleeping together in the master bedroom and Lorraine sleeping with my husband John in the guest bedroom. I knew this wasn't a good thing for our marriage. It was Lorraine's idea a...
Cherry Boy – a term to describe sailors and Marines who are new to the nightlife scene of various Philippine cities, such as Subic Bay, Angeles City and Manila. That was me back in 1990. A newly-commissioned ensign in the United States Navy, on my way to my first war. I was stationed aboard the flagship of the U.S. Seventh Fleet and we had just been ordered...
Devon was the owner of a brothel that was known far and wide for entertaining just about any sexual fantasy a man could dream up. He was a shrewd businessman with a good reputation. He treated his customers right, he treated his working girls right. His creativity helped maximize both his profits and his customer's pleasure. He offered both the basic and th...
Nightfall. Nervously I got out of the car, and park behind the building. This part of the east end of Ottawa is notoriously unsafe, and my bright red Mercedes might make an attractive target for any would-be thieves. I pull my black leather overcoat tighter, for the Ontario winter is definitely no joke. It's not snowing today, thank heavens, but I've got chi...
"Driving for Uber can be really infuriating!" thought Mark as he slowly pulled away from the curb where he left his last passenger. What he would rather have done was throw the guy out of his car and roll his passenger-side wheel over him a couple of times. Instead he pasted a fake smile on his face and said, "Have a nice day," through gritted teeth. Now h...
He browsed lazily over the local magazine, reading nothing in particular and came across on ads on about local people giving massage not the bunch of ads from Asian Massage Parlors which is basically sex for sale. But then, who cares! It's been a long week; he needed to relax and have been wondering how it felt to have a massage. So he decided to try one. He...
Isn't everyone tired of the war between the BtB writers and their fans versus the erotic Loving Wives writers and their fans? Aren't you sick of how toxic it makes Loving Wives for all of us? Hasn't the "fun" of hurling filthy sophomoric insults at me and others become a bit boring? I have a suggestion of how to end the war so that neither side loses face an...
A door swung open suddenly, stopping John in his tracks. He had been deep in thought walking up the flights of stairs to his apartment. The events that had just transpired with Amy in the massage parlor were beginning to feel like a dream. "Oh! Hi John!" It was John's neighbor, Olivia. She was beaming at him from her open doorway, holding a garbage bag at...