Freshly showered and blindfolded, he lay on the crisp bed sheets. The room temperature was ambient, pleasant even; hairs in each follicle were like little probes, making his skin sensitive to each temperature change. Having been deprived of his sight, his sense of touch was now taking priority. He pondered this for a little, as he also became aware of his heightened sense of hearing and smell. “Today is all about you,” sh...

So I had just opened up my clinic with my coworker Krysten. Her work ethic and sensual personality were perfect to have in a partner. She was over ten years older than me and with kids, so not exactly someone I wanted a relationship with. But just what I needed to help me run this new company. As I said before, we had managed to make this place run a profit within just a few short months. Buoyed by our clients from the ol...

Chapter Seventeen With the help of Max Becker, who ran the Munich office, and Brendan O’Sullivan, their European consultant, Grace Remy Stewart devised a very effective plan to encourage a whole slew of German companies to switch from doing business with Adelburg Technologies to Stewart Enterprises. While it wouldn’t guarantee that every firm would jump ship, it was a good bet that many would do so. Of course, it would al...

"What you like, baby?" The petite middle-aged Asian woman asked, gesturing to an open door to the very dark room. Carrie, also a middle-aged but not so petite woman, reached into her pocket and dug out a pair of black nitrile gloves in size small. "I'll know soon," Carrie said bravely, flicking the gloves downward at chest level to uncrunch the fingers in the space between the two women. The massage therapist's eyes widen...

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a hard cock against the top of my butt crack. It took me several seconds to remember that I was on vacation in Ensenada, Mexico, and that my seventeen-year-old son, Toby, traveled with me. One second after that, I knew it was Toby’s cock that I felt. He didn’t move. I listened and heard his soft breathing. He was asleep and had his mouth open just a little. I moved my ass again...

“It’s your birthday next week. What can I get you?” I always ask, and Derek, my boyfriend, always gives me the same answer. “I’ve got everything I need, baby. You’re all I want.” So, I’d go out and buy him some clothes. But I wasn’t going to accept that answer again this year. “Don’t give me that,” I said. “Everybody has something they’d want if a genie were granting wishes. Talk to me. What can I get for you?” Derek gave...

Hello. My name is Trent, though everyone calls me "Tre." I am a tall man with a little bit of a beer belly, though I am trying to address that. I own Therapy with Tre, a massage therapy clinic in the Midwest. We have a wide range of clients, but a select group of frequent flyers who keep us afloat. This is the story of how I began a legal-ish therapy clinic that makes sure our clients receive exactly what they require. I...

It’s almost embarrassing to describe how it began, it’s so silly. But it’s the truth, so here it is. We were at a Chinese restaurant. As always, my meal ended with a fortune cookie. I cracked it open and the little slip of paper within read: “Get ready to do something daring.” I shrugged and tossed the paper aside. The ‘fortunes’ are just meant for a chuckle anyway. My husband Brad picked it up, and with his usual wise-as...