Courtesan Stories

London 1902 ‘Hector thinks it would be a good idea if we were to receive some lessons in the noble art of self-defence. He points out in his note that you may not always be able to rely on a rolling pin being to hand, Mary.’ She raised her eyebrows at me in her inimitable way. ‘A reasonable point, Georgina.’ I smiled back. ‘Exactly. Anyway, tomorrow evening we are to attend the Berkley Club in Berkley Square at half-past...

I was having coffee with a girlfriend. We often meet early in the afternoon because we’re both in the same business and, well, we tend to get up late. Her name is Dee, although most of her clients know her as Simone. She’s tall, willowy with jet black, naturally black hair and a wonderful set of tits which I quietly admire. In a pair of beautifully tailored cream silk trousers and a pale blue shirt, her hair tied back sev...

Courtesan Haiku Blushingly reading MY courtesan perfected Eyes disbelievingEspecial for you Cocoa wrapped pinkness seeps Palpitations startAdorable me Gifting pretty Instructions Haiku pleasured youEyelashes flicker Swollen dampened lip bitten Delightful pantingThrobbing nipples tight Beautiful bruised breasts heaving Burning lungs airlessSpasm courtesan! MY perfect obedient Fabulous fucktoyAre you as I wish? Vulva sheene...

Elaine said, "Greg, first of all, I am your mother and you are my son. Second, I am not a whore.  I'm a professional courtesan.  Do you understand the difference?"The powerfully built young man stood before her in the kitchen, his hands shoved into the back pockets of his blue jeans, his bare feet making nervous little movements on the expensive tile floor."Greg, I chose my career because I knew that I could be very good...