It was exhilarating, people pushing against me from all sides as our bodies moved to the music. I used my ass to clear a little space and Terry pushed in closer, appropriately fending off aggressive male dancers whenever they approached. He was actually a good dancer too, not that you could tell much as we …
As a massage therapist, I consider myself a healer; and as a healer, there are moments when your energy becomes intertwined with that of your client. These are magic moments. These are exhausting moments. These are the moments in which you can do the most good and the most damage. This was one of those …
Naked and full of apprehension, I lifted the sheet and positioned myself on the massage table. Facedown, as usual, I waited for Cameron’s touch. As he entered the room I felt a momentary cool breeze but as the door closed the air in the room quickly returned to its tropically moist, sheet optional, state. “How’s …
Sitting quietly at the little marble bistro table, she took the last sip of her second gin martini. Other patrons had come and gone in the last few hours as she sat quietly, lost in her own thoughts. First, work. Always work first. Then friends, although friends for Sarah were also mostly work or at …
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It felt like ages since we met Cassy in the strip club (Dinner and a Lap Dance Part 1). My once-crisp memory of her petite stature juxtaposed with her thick thighs and tattooed skin had faded. That night has become more dreamlike now, my mind unable to fully retrieve all of the details. Everything is …
Autumn rubbed Emma’s wetness up and onto her clit and then slowly laid the toy flat and moved the stem directly over her most sensitive zone. She paused to feel Emma quiver…
Spit dripping from his fingers, Tom’s hand feels familiar under my dress; his forefinger pulling my panties to one side with surgical precision. Behind me, his breath in my ear, his arm around my torso and thigh, his cock bulging through his pants and pressing against that curved, tender space where my lower back meets …
She was the third or fourth dancer we watched that night. We were sitting a few chairs back from the main stage in a plush banquet along a sidewall. I noticed my wife watching her intently while she was on the warm-up stage and as the dancer walked to the main stage, the lights behind …
As promised, I didn’t look up, didn’t meet his gaze. I stayed focused, lifting my knees and pulling my panties down and over my ankles and then leaning forward and removing my bra. I laid back again and spread my legs wide, moving both hands down to my lips and spreading myself as if to invite someone in.