We walked up to the room and lingered at the door. “My pussy’s pounding again." She kissed me, and I slid the card gently into the slot. SNICK, then pulled it out. “So stylish, but your card is staying in my slot,” she said and seductively licked my lips as we lingered in the open doorway. We entered the room, and I pushed the door closed as we moved towards the champagne. My hands gently ran down her side, lingering on h...

I’d been at the Finance Minister’s Briefing this morning! This was a bad-tempered affair, as the Prime Minister is incompetent, and worse, she is too: she’s blown a massive hole in the budget by doling out cash like the neighbours dole out sweets to kids at Halloween and screwing the businesses by taxing everyone so they won’t hire! The questioning at these events is normally friendly, but poor twit [not], she was getting...

High-Class Hunter “Driven by a desperate hunger. To the dark of the neon light. The heart is a lonely hunter.” (Reba McEntire: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter) This hunter isn’t lonely; she’s high class: Most of my “clients” are pre-booked, but I’ve found that conferences are where there are lonely and tired guys who need relaxing, and my skills are very suited to this hunt. Affluent guys that I can turn into repeat clients,...