As she lounged in her chic downtown office, which she customized herself, Vanessa stared at her favorite client. That client was Dr. Morgan Latrell. A sex therapist. A young, fashionable and hip one at that, who was fun, charming, and brought in lots of revenue. Isn't that every professional's dream client? She even wore those unnecessary thick framed glass...
My phone buzzed inside the laundry basket beside me. It was muzzled underneath my sweat-soaked running shirt and shorts. I was sitting on the toilet, no intention of using it, just somewhere to down the last pale purple dreg of my smoothie while waiting for a phone call. I had a therapy session scheduled at three-thirty which was just moments away. Since q...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn. You must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
"Patel?" my wife said, astonished. It started at the sex therapist. Just before Christmas. Our sex life was fine, but not perfect. Two years after our first kid, we wanted to have a second, just in time for my wife's thirtieth. However, we both admitted that we could barely conjure up the passion to make love once a week, much less multiple time during her...
It all began as Wendy Askew walked through her parents' game room during a party celebrating her high school graduation. Without warning, she was playfully yet soundly smacked on the bottom with a ping-pong paddle. The gentleman who administered the whack was Ted Weems, a friend of her Uncle Richie. "Hey!" Wendy cried in surprise. "Sorry, honey buns, just...
Dawn had been back to the Ladies' Spa several times. She had thought about that incredibly erotic night on many occasions. So, word had spread. An oasis for just ladies...run by ladies. Luxury surroundings with velvet couches, lovely prints on the walls, pink lighting. The beautiful wooden bar with pink accents, offering Spa cuisine or any cocktail the lady...
Penny puts the phone down after booking a date with the spa for the birthday present her husband gave her, it was a voucher for a "special all senses sensual steam Thai aromatherapy massage." A pretty long title for a massage at the local spa. Penny had a feeling it must be a cheap sale offer as he had never bought her anything like it in the past, his usual...
By Charlie the Wanking Wanker, read by Kingswoman. Copyright © 2013 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Nota Bene: Charlie has been a supportive fan of my voice from when I posted my first story. He asked (politely) if I could include some more vocabulary on breasts and recently he asked if I might write a story about a sex therapist with big tits....
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are age 19+. Chapter 5 Today began like any other. I awoke in my bed with my wireless earbuds still in my ears. The sissy hypnosis audio track was gently playing...