Mary McAllister, my hostess, decided I could do with cleaning up as I was stinking of vaginal fluid from orally pleasuring the previous four ladies. My face and hair were so sticky. "It's no good Davy we'll have to give you a wee shower." I followed her upstairs staring at her curvaceous bottom delightfully encased by her green and blue pleated tartan skirt...
My introduction to this club came during a stay in Manchester. I was on a business trip and as a way of passing time in my hotel room one evening I tried looking up some websites about Petra Marchant, a high society girl whose pictures had long fuelled many erotic fantasies. I had built up an enormous collection of photos on my computer, many of high definit...
What the hell have you done? Frank called this morning and said he won't be doing any business with us anymore!" Elaine's boss Hector shouted at her in front of everyone in the office. "I'm sorry! I will try my best to fix it!" Elaine replies while crying. "You better do! Or else don't bother coming back!" Elaine's boss shouted before slamming the door b...
Vignettes: Shopping in the mall was never a fun thing for me to do, but sometimes it cannot be avoided. I trudged out of the last store, still unable to find the “perfect gift”. Approaching the rail, I stopped and looked out over the first floor, not really looking for anything, other than inspiration. I put one foot on the bottom rail and leaned against th...
The spotlights blaze, the music starts, I stride confidently onto the stage, and every man's eyes are instantly on me. I swing my hips and toss my dark hair to the throbbing, pounding sensual beat. Each step flicks my black leather skirt even higher up my bare legs, and watching men glimpse my black panties. The thin white cotton of my blouse shows them the...
Braless. I don't recall ever going out on a date braless before. A couple months ago, on the way back from dinner with him, in the car, I took off my bra, giving him a peek down my unbuttoned polo shirt. Out to dinner is different. There would be more people around to potentially see. Here it is, the four year anniversary of the day we met. Yes, he still r...
Excited energy propelled me back up the steep hill, along the narrow path through the forest, as I reveled in my good fortune. My wildest voyeuristic fantasies were nothing compared to the dreamlike reality of this steamy summer morning. Back to the main trail, I hiked for a couple hours more, occasionally grinning to myself as I recalled the events at the b...
Hello it's Sonia again. This is my second story. For those who have not read my first one, I am a transvestite. I am Indian (East Indian) and am short (5'3 without heels). I dress up as often as I can and love going out in public. I will describe myself a bit more. I have an average build, light brown eyes, nice features (I'm told) and wear long red hair....
I knew I wouldn't get much work done when Amanda visited me in my studio with her best friend Astrid. I rent a top floor loft studio in an old converted factory in the suburbs of London. The building has been creatively divided into a number of units which are used mostly as art studios and small offices, plus a café-bar on the ground floor, with seating in...
I am now well into the second year of my new career and have a good number of regular clients. Many of them like to talk at length and sometimes a session ends without anything sexual taking place at all. At times I feel more like a therapist than a sex worker but I'm not qualified for such a role so I tend to offer empathy and encourage them to keep talking...