Ten minutes into the Uber ride, the driver breaks the silence. “This is one of those perfect sunny days where I’m not sure if spring is springing, or if summer is slipping away.” “Hmm…” X replies thoughtfully, then says to the driver, “Could you just drop me here at the park, please? I think I’ll take advantage of this weather and walk from here.” “Sure thing. Here you go.” X, hoping the fresh air will bring some much-nee...

X turns the spigot to the outdoor shower off and grabs the towel off the wooden rack to dry his hair and face. The warm sun rays splash across his body, inviting him to lie down on the chaise for some sunbathing. He lets out a deep sigh. His thoughts keep circling back to Jill. I can’t go five minutes without thinking about her. What is it? I’m a man-whore with nearly 30 years of widowed clientele, but this one is under m...

A giddy Suzy works her way down the dimly lit labyrinth of narrow passageways and stairwells leading from the spy room to the Circulo de Besos, like she’s done so many times before. But this feels different. What just happened? In the seven years working with X, this is the first time he has let me take a client to orgasm. I know I’m a good remote operator, but this feels like a new level of trust. Suzy enters a service d...

Jill disconnects the charger, applies a dab of lube, then nods approvingly as she slides the as-advertised “ultra smooth silicone” vibrator into her vagina. She then to re-reads the invitation Mr. X had left at the end of their previous date. You are cordially invited to join us for an evening of naughty escapades at the Sanatur Soiree on Nin Island. The attire for the event is Boudoir Chic. The only dress requirement is...

“I’m losing my edge. It might be time,” Alexi says to his therapist, Liv, sitting on a park bench overlooking the river. “The WILF Hunter retiring? You’ve flirted with retiring off and on for several years. What’s different now?” Liv asks. “After I took on this new client, a couple of months ago, it seems everything has changed. Not only am I turning away new referrals, but I’m also handing off ongoing assignments. I’m ju...

“I told you, call me Jill.” “Jill. Yes, I’m sorry.” “Shhh!” Jill says, sliding off the bed while still holding on to X’s hard, latex-wrapped cock. “Come, sit in the chair.” Jill’s grip on X’s cock is as much a crutch as it is a display of dominance. In addition to her pussy tingling and head spinning induced by X’s sucking and fingering extravaganza, a beam of pride shines as well: It’s been a hot minute since I sheathed...

“Those are beautiful!” Jill says, looking at Marsha’s glazed mint green manicure. “Thank you!” Marsha answers and asks, “What did you do?” “Same old, basic with a nude finish. It’s still gardening season,” Jill replied. “Our pedi chairs are ready for us.” The two friends sit in adjacent high-back chairs. Jill‘s eyes approvingly survey the slim-fitting shorts of the buff male attendants, along with the short skirts adornin...

Alexi slides into the back seat of the Uber and sighs heavily, the recurring vision still rolling over in his mind. I’m at the same diner, sitting in the same booth, staring into the piercing green eyes of the woman directly across from me. As I realize she’s pressing her leg against mine, she leans forward, rubbing the straw of her drink between her fingers, and says, ´I’m out of practice,’ then begins circling the straw...

Jill lowers the blindfold and continues the routine she has practiced a dozen times since sending in her order. “One – two – three – four – five – six,” she counts out loud. Jill reaches down and touches the cushy seat covers of the bay window. She smiles as she lifts the blindfold to see she’s in the right spot. “Perfect! 9 and 6,” she says aloud. Smiling, her gaze delights in the view of the gardens of the dream home sh...

“What you need is a silk blindfold and a ball gag.” Jill spits out her coffee onto the half-eaten buttery croissant in front of her, turning her head slowly, eyes wide open. Wiping her mouth, she whispers, “What did you say?” “I’m serious, Jill.” Marsha whispers back, pausing for the waiter to finish clearing the nearby high-top table. “If you want to find your ‘groove thang’ again, you should consider a different approac...