The massage business that I had set up in a back room of my home was doing very well. I was busy Monday through Friday, mostly with board housewives who liked feeling my strong hands on their backs. Sometimes I would let an attractive customer seduce me; after all, I am a virile man in his prime, and all that contact with female flesh keeps me on edge. But I...
Part 9 Very quickly, Jenny led us out and up, and out of the house. A carpet had been laid down the steps to the car as we had no shoes on, only our nighties and not even bras or panties. It was very cold and bleak, what is deemed as being a raw evening, so we immediately knew about it. We were helped into the back of this darkened Mercedes and sat next to...
### A Whore Awakens Georgie was going to a party. It was the first one in a while and she was excited. She had a new dress, new heel and the new underwear she had treated herself to the other week. It was a house party thrown at someone her best friend had known for years. He apparently always threw good parties but only certain people were invited. Her fri...
I was feeling uncommonly good for someone wheeling a dented, gasping Civic into an employee parking lot on a Monday morning. I had a new space, perfectly located near the front door. Also, here in Year 3 of the CV Depression, with 27% unemployment, I had a job, and the job had a salary. That was pretty good for someone my age. And best of all, I was the new...
It was precisely 8:30 a.m. Monday morning when I held the front door of my single-story office building open for Alexis Barron. She strutted in, hands free, and with a confidence I had never witnessed before. Meekly, I followed behind the young black woman carrying all her things, and breathing her perfumed tail winds as we reached the front desk. The of...
Father Jesus was having one of the best Sunday's of his career as a newly minted pastor. The previous week, he had given his first sermon. The church picked him specifically because of his background. Growing up in a small town in Texas, Jesus De Santos was not the most ignorant young man living in South Miami, Florida, but he was close to it. The college he...
Monday at 7 a.m. is not the time to strike up a friendly conversation with me. I think she could tell, but she did it anyway. Goddamn her. "You're a little under-dressed for this building. And too young to be a lawyer." The nosy barista studied me from behind the counter. Any other girl, I might have laid on the snark and ended the conversation. But someth...
Ever since I was a little boy I've always loved wearing girl's clothes. I remember going through my mother's lingerie drawer and trying on her panties and bras. I loved the way the silky sheer material felt against my body. As I got older I had less opportunities to indulge in my fetish until I got married. When my wife was away or at work I would wear her p...
CHAPTER 3 PART ONE Lacey Cuyler lay stretched out on a massage table in her New York City hotel room. To call it a room, however, simply insulted the decadence of the space her body currently inhabited. The "room" was actually the Penthouse apartment atop the Hudson Hotel in Manhattan. The Penthouse apartment struck a tasteful balance of modern creature co...
"Could it be true?" Steve lay in bed, another lonely night. So many failed encounters. Even his recent promotion to managing accountant had not helped tonight. "You talk too much," she had said, taking him by surprise with a sudden goodnight peck on the cheek. He had waited politely for her invitation to come in, but she closed the door with a parting sho...