Continuing the story of Marina, the new Manageress in a small country hotel in the South of England. She has given new meaning to Room Service. Jill the Hotel's owner has given her blessing to marina's very personal service on offer to the male guests. Marina continued working as Manageress. It was a great job that allowed her to look after her two children...
Alice had been coming to Dave for three years for massage, sometimes once a week, more often once a fortnight but occasionally three times a week in the first year. She had been suffering from chronic pain, for which the doctors were unable to find any cause. Eventually they had sent her to the psychiatrists who were just as useless in helping. It was more o...
When I graduated from Massage Therapy college many years ago, I never imagined all of the wonderful experiences I would have. Many of my sessions with women were strictly therapeutic, but about 10% or so made it obvious they would like a bit more touch than might be considered "normal" in a simple rubdown. I soon learned to offer those services, and in short...
Somewhere in a shaded glen, where the weather was warmer than where Koshka was currently living, Puck stretched out on the thick, soft grass, listening to the breeze whisper through the trees. He stared up at the azure sky, interspersed by a small puff of white here and there, framed by the verdant canopy that hung above him. It was such a beautiful day her...
Sara: Would you like to play a game tonight? Thomas" Sara felt a wave of excitement as she studied the words that appeared on her computer screen. A game? What sort of game did Thomas have in mind, she wondered? She leaned back in her chair, her coffee now unnoticed on the desk next to the keyboard. Had things turned suddenly sexual between her and the m...
Early that afternoon, I decided to chill by the Encore Beach Club for a while, maybe even take a swim at the pool. I was in my black two-piece swimsuit with a jeweled triangle top and bikini bottom, I even wore a black hat to cover my hair from the sun. I even got a couple of compliments on my swimsuit by fellow guests and pool loungers. I then went to my ho...
Carl was one of those mellow mannered types of men, he just lived his life contented most of the time. He had sewn a few of the wild oats of youth but not much compared to some. There had been only two really close girl friends early on that didn't work out long term before he met his wife Kathy in a library of all places. He had just one other sexual expe...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. Robin Rizzo stood beneath the porte-cochere at the entrance of the Long Island Convention Centre. She pulled her handbag close to her side, gripped her briefcase firmly, studied the sky, then lifted her wrist and checked the time. Five o'clock. The forecast called for no rain and she left her raincoat and umbrella at home in Val...
Torrance, the second row city behind the posh ocean communities of Manhattan Beach and Redondo Beach, was Los Angeles neighborhood that received the bare minimum of city services. Hawthorne Boulevard had two wide driving lanes and a third lane for parked cars. Parked cars were spaced sparse due to a lack of stores and high density apartment buildings. The no...
I rub oils onto your back, massaging your shoulders, back and sides. My fingertips glazing over the sides of your breasts, then I move to you calves and feet, massaging them, moving up your thighs. Kneading your thighs in my hands, your legs instinctively spread little by little. The side of my hands gently rubs the side of you pussy lips. It seems accidenta...