Em had been at a loose end all evening, with nothing to look forward to except dinner which she would have in her room and then probably an early night. She was on another full-on business trip. The in-room meal had come and gone. She had done what she needed to do for her program the next day. It was nine o’clock. She thought briefly about looking in on the bar and nightclub in the basement of the hotel and rejected the...

I was around 17 when I was apart of the high school volleyball team. This was at a time of a lot of transition in my life. My mom was getting married for a second time to a man that hadn't lived with us until the past few months. His name is Brad and is Around 6 foot 2 and very fit with brown hair and a body that I thought would only be attractive on someone my age as he was 25 years older than me. I am only 5 foot 5 myse...

So I answered the ad in the “Body Rubs” section of an online trade forum. The price was about twice the going rate for a therapeutic massage, so it sounded like it might be quite more enjoyable as well. When I arrived at the appointed time at the nondescript suburban home I went to the side door and rang the bell as requested. The lady who answered was good looking and about my age, which surprised me (I had imagined her...

It was Em’s first solo business trip to Hong Kong. She knew the place well and had been there on business before, but always with a colleague, usually her boss, along for the ride. So she was no stranger to the Fragrant Harbour but a novice in terms of the delights it was said to offer. She was no stranger to hot massages either, having sampled them in various places around the world and now and then at home, when the opp...

Em was feeling horny that weekend. Ambrose was not; at least, not for her. He was at home but not apparently interested. He said he had some work to do so Em told him she was going shopping. It was approaching several friends’ birthdays, a suitable excuse. She told Ambrose she would probably have something to eat in town after shopping and might be late back. Upstairs she showered and dressed to go out, in jeans, a little...

Em had been going to Phil’s place for a therapeutic massage every week for a year. He was a qualified masseur who worked from his home a short drive away from hers. She always had the five o’clock appointment on Thursdays and knew he always had another regular client that evening at eight. Em’s massages were ninety minutes and she enjoyed them as therapy. Phil really knew what he was doing. Her massages with Phil were alw...

She got home and immediately kicked off her shoes. Locking the door behind her she went upstairs to lay down in her bed. It had been a really long day.  "Rose?" Her roommate gently opened the door, peeking in. "Yes, Amber." Rose rolled over and look towards the door. "I thought I heard you come in. Is everything okay?" Amber came in and sat down next to Rose.  "Yeah... Just had a long day." Rose stretched out, trying to r...

Em had decided to go away for the weekend. She sometimes did this, often as a lesson to Ambrose who insisted on working far longer hours that Em considered reasonable. Sometimes, though, she took a weekend trip because she wanted a hot massage and some uncomplicated sex. This was one of those weekends. She was going to a little beach resort they both knew well and frequently visited. It was about three hours away by car a...

You won't find guys like me in the phone book. I work off referrals from the women who have been on my table. I'm in the underground world of Erotic Massage. It is a taboo subject among most professional therapists. I was taught many years ago to give my client what ever she desired, within reason. From the journal of an Erotic Massage Therapist:It was mid-winter here in western North Carolina and I had cabin fever. Looki...

Em had decided to treat herself to a winter weekend away. Just by herself, somewhere plushly comfortable where she could unwind for a couple of days. She knew of a nice country spa resort a couple of hours away by car, in some pretty mountain country. It offered the opportunity to relax, some lovely views, and nice warming log fires in the restaurant and club lounge. There was nine-hole golf course, a lake to kayak on, an...

They were holidaying on an island, each between jobs. It was just a short flight from home and was said to be a good place to relax and have fun. And it had certainly proved to be all that was claimed for it, Em thought. They’d been having a drink at their hotel’s beach-side bar one afternoon when a man, apparently a regular customer, decided to make friends with them. Em recalled Ambrose saying to her later, “He really j...

Em was alone that day. She’d gone to the island on a holiday trip with her sisters and their children, without her husband Ambrose. It was her first visit and she’d found it very different to what she had expected. It had turned out to be somewhere, she thought, where you could have a six-star holiday at three-star expense. But high finance wasn’t what was on her mind today. She’d begged off the family trip that day, plea...

After a while, even the greatest sex becomes routine and starts to lose its spark. The thrill of newness, the lust, the excitement you get when you first have sex, slowly dwindles. I hate to admit it, but this is what happened to us. To add spice to our sex; we fantasised about different scenarios: role play, outdoor sex, being watched, etc. Our favourite fantasy, probably influenced by the thrill of being naked in front...