This is a true story, for reasons that will become obvious, it isn't one I can share with friends... "What am I doing here" I wondered. I was standing outside a sketchy building in a light industrial area in Houston that was an oriental massage parlor. This was going to be my second attempt at an erotic massage, and the first attempt was mortifying. There h...
Chapter 23 - Lauren and the Oriental Massage I pointed to the Price list on the wall outside the Massage parlor, "Well what can I do for you tonight, Lauren?" She looked at the list and turned to me, "Where is your Special Oriental Massage, like you gave to Amelia?" "Oh that isn't on the list; I only do that for special clients. It requires a certain int...
Episode Three: Mrs. Henderson & the Demi-Monde Barber of Fleet Street The story picks up from the end of "Mrs. Henderson Plays Matchmaker". A sissygurl and a tomboy are together on the couch, the sissygurl's face in the tomboy's lap. Or maybe it's the tomboy's face in the sissygurl's lap. It works either way. There's also a third and fourth little pretty;...
Author's note: I receive many requests via e-mail from readers asking that I write about different topics. Many of them supply a theme or at the minimum a suggestion for the story line. I have decided to honor those requests under the title, "Honoring Reader Requests," rather than have the reader have to search for his of her story favorite. Each chapter wil...
Rich and Clare were in their mid thirties and married for 12 years. Their Saturday mornings were spent in the conventional fashion, shopping, banking, haircuts and the hardware store. Unless they were overwhelmed with their to-do list they also typically managed coffee or lunch before returning home. One Saturday they found themselves in an unfamiliar cof...
Chapter 9 - Audrey in the Baths I had been in Burney almost six weeks now and had settled into a routine. There are some routines that are dull and boring, but mine wasn't. I would get off duty and go to dinner, go to my room in the Kiva and put on my robe and shave, and then I'd go to the Bathes. Most nights I'd just sit on the pedestal and talk to the wom...
My heels clacked on the tiled floor of the airport. Businessmen and vacationers alike passed me by as I walked down the airport terminal. My luggage wheeled behind me as my pant suit clung ever so slightly to my hips. I was starting to worry a bit. Our flight was delayed again, and we might not make it to the conference in time. My phone buzzed in my pocket...
Two weeks before our wedding, Mandy became distant and anxious, and stopped having sex with me. During the night, she'd wake up and pace around the house, and sometimes talk on the phone in Chinese, which I assumed was her parents in Hong Kong. I figured it was the typical pre-wedding agonies – money, family, wedding details. Then, eight days before the wedd...
Note: This story is the twenty-third episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous twenty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strong...
I had passed the place now and then. But today I was still sore from the 10K run over the weekend, a longer distance than I had run in quite a while. I keep trying to defy aging by pushing myself. After all, what is the alternative? I slowed down as I passed, and looked at the door of the Asian massage parlor. Shifting in the seat as I passed, the ache of mu...