Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399
I needed a new outfit to go out with my girlfriends. So I decided to go to the mall and shop the day away. I started at the food court for a fruit smoothie and a cookie. As I began to browse the stores I was not feeling the vibe of any dress I saw. Three stores down and nothing. The mall was 2 stories so I had many shops to choose from. As I got in the elevator to go up this couple followed along.
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I whispered into his dreams putting him at ease. As I turned him into the little girl he wanted to be he giggled even though my friends startled him. He was still happy. I looked over to my son when he finished twirling I said Baby your girl’s name is going to be Tiffany. Today is your birthday to become a little girl. How do you like your new name? Tiffany ran to me with open arms, giggled, and just gave me the biggest hug and said thank you, Mommy, I love my name.
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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399
It was Friday, it’s been a grueling week and the nights have been long. I decided to take my time tonight. Something strange was in the air this evening. I could almost taste him as I walked along the sidewalk. I closed my eyes took in a deep breath and started whispering in his dreams. His scent made me quiver in delight. Continue reading “Chronicles of Sherry- Training Day – Part I”
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
It feels so cozy in this pile of blankets. I’m awaiting my tantric massage. The room is lit with dozens of aromatherapy candles, filling the room with the aphrodisiac effects of jasmine and patchouli. I’m so relaxed that I start to doze off. When I open my eyes, Rico is sitting beside me. There is a small ceramic pot of hot oil beside him being warmed over a candle. “Hello Miss Julie” his smile is warm and inviting. “Hello Rico, it’s very nice to meet you” I whisper. “Likewise Julie” he replies. Then he goes on to explain to me that a tantric massage is a very sensual TOTAL BODY MASSAGE. I agree to indulge. He gets a tiny drop and rubs it between his hands before beginning at my temples, then to my scalp, forehead, and working his way down my arms and to my legs. His stern but sensual hands leave no muscle untouched. It feels so good and I’m lost in pure ecstasy.
I’m now on my stomach and he’s manipulating every muscle in my back. He works his way down to my glutes and he knows exactly what to do. He’s kneading his way to
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After a long week, my friend recommended her tantric masseur. She said it would be life changing and the best thing I could do for myself on Self Care Saturday. And after the week that I’d had, it didn’t take much convincing.
Driving up, I wonder if I’m at the right place. It doesn’t look anything like the massage places I usually go to. There are no windows, just very creative and talented graffiti art. Maybe I should text my friend? I wonder, when a woman came out smiling, happy, and carefree. Ok, I guess I am at the right place.
I’m hit with the aroma of incense when I open the door. The room is dark and smoky. A gypsy type woman is behind the counter. Nervously I approach her. “Yes, I’m here to see Rico” my voice quivers. She grins and giggles at my naivety. “Come with me honey” she motions. I follow her through a bead curtain into a dark hallway. She has long, brown, wavy hair, a long, flowy, hippie skirt, bare feet, lots of anklets and toe rings, and she smells like patchouli. There is a dark, old, wooden door at the end of the
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
Dylan had been coming to me for several months. He needed a breakthrough from the emotional abuse of a previous relationship. I was helping him to regain his lost confidence and self esteem. We had been trying to work through all of his emotional obstacles as far as dating and sexual hang ups that prevented him from being able to progress forward in a relationship. He’d been suffering from extreme anxiety and inability to move forward. So I knew the only option was to seduce him.
He was so nervous when he came in that I had to relax him with a full body massage. Then I proceeded to take him step by step, slowly and cautiously as not to overwhelm him. First I explored his entire anatomy with my hands, then my mouth, while explaining every step of the way. I then showed him how wet he’d made me. He was so excited that he was able to turn someone on. We were making progress! So I started to show him how hard my clit was…
And all of a sudden, he turned into a wild animal! The look in his eyes, exotic and erotic. He threw me down
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
Kayla is the ultimate hostess, always providing the most memorable get togethers. And her extraordinary brunch on Saturday was no exception! From her perfectly manicured yard, grand front entrance, chandeliers, and luxurious great room, she’s always outdoing herself to give us the best time. The spread she had for us on Saturday morning was exquisite, as always, just like everything she does! It was complete, with cheese boards, fruit boards, omelet bar, pastries galore, all handmade from scratch of course. Then she had the tea bar, beautiful ceramic teapots of hot water surrounded by every kind of teabag you can think of. It didn’t end there. She had a selection of coffees and flavored creamers. But best of all, was the champagne, orange juice, and peach juice. Her hair was up, but loose effortless curls cascaded down around her face. She was wearing a little spaghetti strap, minidress. She welcomed us all in and made us feel right at home, like always.
Zoey entered the room in sexy, flowing pants slit up to the hip, exposing her perfect legs and a silky little top. Being the amazing omelet maker that she is, she took over the omelet bar, taking orders
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
Sitting in the waiting room, I’m dreading my yearly exam. And it’s taking forever! Finally I hear my name. The nurse apologizes for the delay and explains that my doctor was called to the hospital to do an emergency c-section. She tells me that Dr. Andrews will be seeing me today.
Sitting on the table, in the robe, feeling completely vulnerable and humiliated, I’m seriously going to have to meet a new doctor that’s going to then see me spread wide open? The anxiety increases as I wait. I finally hear footsteps, the doorknob, and in he comes. My heart stops and drops. “Hello, I’m Dr. Andrews” he reaches out his hand, with a heart melting smile and piercing green eyes that can see right through me. With a blushing smile, I reach for his hand. As we touch, my heart is racing. “I’m Julie, it’s so nice to meet you” Our eyes lock for a split moment as he explains that he will be doing my exam today. I’m so nervous, this tall, dark, and sexy doctor is going to EXAMINE me!
He tells me to lay back. He proceeds to feel my breasts as he’s looking at me and
Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204
For more than a few nights, I have been having this super wild dream. I thought it was a dream anyway but this morning when I woke up I saw something that made me think maybe I’m not dreaming at all. The so-called dream starts with me lying in bed asleep. Then my bedroom window opens and the breeze comes from outside, the smell of fresh-cut hay wakes me up. I look at the curtains billowing in the breeze to see a figure standing there. He is tall and strong just from the looks of him.
When he smiles at me I see bright white oddly shaped teeth. Something that makes me think of a vampire but not at the same time. You think I would be scared but I’m not at all. In fact, I am excited. More than I have ever been in my life! This last night was a little different. He came across the room while I sat up in my bed. He had his hand behind his back. When he got to my bedside he pulled out a rose and handed it to me. It smells so nice and fresh.
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
Living in the city can sometimes feel like you’re living in a fish bowl, totally exposed. I can’t help but notice one neighbor in the next building over. It’s seems as if he’s always there, in the window watching or wanting to be watched. My instinct is to look away, but sometimes I can’t help myself. I’m just so curious about him for some reason. Who is he? What does he do? Does he live alone? I find myself thinking about him more and more, even during the day while I’m out. I look at all of the strangers on the street to see if I might recognize him. Could that be him? I wonder. Would he recognize me? Does he even know I exist? Why am I so anxious to get home to watch him?
The closer I get to home, the more butterflies start to flutter throughout my entire body. The anticipation is mounting and I’m beginning to worry that he won’t be home. Then what? I’m starting to feel like a crazy person but I don’t care! I want to see him, know him, for real. But what if he’s really a crazy person? This could be