Tilda's brow furrowed. “You mean it’s psychological?” “Only a part of it. We need to kickstart your body into sending the few messages it still can send to your brain, and we must convince your brain to accept them.” “So, what next?” “Well, the KY was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It falsifies any tests I’d usually now try. So, any tests for your vaginal region must wait till the jelly is absorbed. But I would like to do a...

Tilda was feeling uncomfortable. She was usually uncomfortable in a doctor's waiting room, but today it was worse. Perhaps it was for the best that her usual gynaecologist was away at a conference. It would have been worse to explain her situation to poor old, slightly deaf, Dr Brands. But right now, she was at a loss. She had wheeled her wheelchair into an empty corner of the waiting room. The nurse at the counter had ta...

The next day my shift started in the early afternoon with attending a team meeting with the concierge and a few of the reception staff. I must admit, I had a difficult time concentrating on the topics of the meeting since the last night had been quite eventful. Louis had left us after a little nap, but Ruby had, thankfully, stayed over and helped me tidy up and change the bedding after we had truly soaked the linens. I ha...

Mr Jones’ list had been mostly uneventful. I guessed it was more a reason to talk to me and give me a reason to call him back, than something he really needed my help with. I had mostly relayed the information to others, having them run the errands or prep the food he had asked for. Apparently, he was on some self-imposed house arrest. Rumour had it he was so afraid to be seen in public, even in our hotel spaces, that he...

It had been a few days since Ruby’s and my little escapades. She had helped me release some of that sexual tension that had been building up inside me. But I had to admit, Mr. Jones was still getting to me. Don’t be fooled, I knew full well that Jones was not his name. I recognised his voice immediately. He had always been on my voice top ten, even though I never would have guessed the difference it made speaking to him d...

Voices get to me. I have a thing for voices, always did. You can be dead ugly, if there’s a certain timbre in your voice, I can see your beauty. Usually, my thing for voices helps me in my job, but sometimes it gets in the way. On both ends of the spectrum. There are voices that repel you and voices that turn you on, on a level you need a cold shower. The important thing is to never let the guest notice. And that’s not al...