I stood and walked the short distance over to the older woman. Bending down I inquired in a low whisper if her young companion was an exhibitionist, a submissive, or a slave in training. The older woman smiled and with a finger motioned her companion to unbutton the top button of the silvery satin dress. In doing so the girl exposed a silver choker that was standing in for a true slaves collar.
This is the first erotic story I wrote in almost 10 years, penned in the summer of 2001. Again involves a massage parlor -- OK, so I have a bit of a fetish, admittedly.
It was the adventure of a lifetime that began in the Fall of 1985. Our deeply personal narrative recounts a six-month "wild travel adventure by two best friends, Sasha and Alisha. In the Mid-East, where they work on a farm in Turkey, to Saudi where dancing and sexual encounters at a private club lead to moments where they grapple with feelings of being "sluts" or "prostitutes" while also embracing a newfound sexual liberation and financial gain. Ultimately returning home with "deep-dark secrets.
Allison (Allie) is a nightshift nurse -- and a thirty-something camgirl on the side. There's nothing like getting paid to do nothing more than sit around half dressed, and occasionally get off for horny men. The cable going out and having someone recognize her from the website are two of her biggest nightmares...