After a hectic couple of weeks, Allie decided it was time to treat herself to a day of relaxation and indulgence. She had booked a full-body sensual massage at a luxurious spa known for its tranquil ambience. As she arrived, the soothing sounds of soft music and the gentle scent of essential oils enveloped her, instantly washing away her stress. She was greeted by Jools, the head therapist, he had a warm smile and calm de...

The late afternoon sun beat down on the bustling city street as Emma approached Lacy's Boutique. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but the moisture on her palms had nothing to do with the heat. Anticipation coursed through her veins, setting her nerves alight with each step closer to her destination. At 28, Emma had meticulously crafted an image of professional success. Her tailored blazer and sleek ponytail screamed corner o...

“I’m so glad your back is feeling better Mrs. Wilson. Just keep doing those home exercises like we talked about and it’ll keep feeling better. I’ll see you next week. Have a great afternoon!” Sophie said to the elderly patient she had just finished a session with. She walked back to her office in the back, hoping to knock out the rest of her notes quickly since her last appointment of the day had canceled. She wanted to g...

It’s lounge lizard time. Just lying back, relaxing—end of a long, tough week. Fingers lazily tracing breasts and throat and lips. Contented, calm, peaceful moments. Your thoughts are still attuned to work as you start to wind down after another hard, but very rewarding day. You finally closed on the Dickenson house. Just over $1.1 million net and Rudy closed the sale of that new apartment building across town as well. The...

It's Friday afternoon, late, almost time for the real estate office to close – all the staff have already left, or are on their way out the door now. Mrs. Ogden, the last client will be gone soon (or so they think...). Just clear out the last of the paperwork and set up the phone to auto-answer – the boss is always on call! You’re standing at the countertop workstation a few minutes later; updating Mrs. Ogden’s records wh...

Dot was fifty-four. She was fifty-four years old and bored. And she knew it. But what she didn’t know was how liberating boredom could be. Dot was bored with her job as the principal of the middle school. She was bored with her grown children and their never-ending struggles to climb the social and corporate ladders. She was bored with her hobbies, bored with the frozen dinners that paraded across her table, and bored wit...

His gaze met mine with an intensity that I was certain would stop my heart if held long enough. He stood, like an apparition of perfection, in the aisle. His beautiful green eyes did not dare break the invisible connection they had forged with mine. I had long lost track of how long we stared at one another. In any other instance I would have felt uncomfortable… violated… creeped out by the invasiveness of such extended e...

Alejandro knocked twice on the aluminum door. It opened slightly and a woman’s voice said to come in. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You’re not a cop are you?” “No ma’am. I’m just me. I’m in school and I work in a warehouse on weekends.” Valeria could hear the humbleness, the uncertainty, and the youth in his voice. It matched his appearance. “How did you hear about me?” “Roberto from the warehouse. He calle...

I kicked off my shoes, removed my tie and jacket, and fell back on one of the two hotel beds. To say it had been a long day was understating things. I stared at the weird stain on the ceiling, and relished having a minute of quiet time to myself. The Organizational Communication Research Conference was in Memphis this year. I had made the four hour drive yesterday with another doctoral student from Clinton State, Kriti. T...

The time on Lily’s phone showed 08:53 as she hurried down the long corridor that led to the female staff locker room. “Shit,” she murmured to herself, as she dashed over to her locker. She grabbed the bright red shirt and unflattering trousers, that she had to wear each day, and threw them down onto a nearby bench as she began undressing. Grabbing the hem of her vest top, she quickly pulled it up, over her head, exposing...

Early Morning Hooker In the nineties, I carried on an erotic pen-pal correspondence with a woman who earned the name DG late in her high school years. She had fantasies of being turned out as a prostitute and liked having her breasts slapped. I wrote this for her. This is my only story in first person present. I usually don’t like that, but it seems to work here. Enjoy. - Paddler You and I are on the road, traveling acros...