I’ve always had the fantasy of being an escort. No, I am not one, but this fantasy is fun to play out in my mind. On a hot night in California, this is how taboo game would play out.

“I can’t get better if I have never failed.”

Again, he wanted to see me. I often wondered why a newlywed would need to see an escort, but I guess that sometimes in love, you don’t always get it all. His wife was a beautiful model who could have any man, but she chose him. If I was to say why, I would say his bank account. He was a very wealthy CEO of a major company, and his kinks were not for the vanilla type woman.

Reaching the second shelf of my closet, I pulled out a pair of black strappy heels, not my favorite, but they were ones he bought me. He seemed to love them intensely. Before I put them on, I would need to clean the cum stains from the soles, or should I? I opted to leave them there. I like knowing that I was the one who caused that sudden spillage. Neither of us saw it coming, and when it happened, he punished my ass with 20 swats for causing it. I enjoyed every painful strike on my flesh.

I love the memories of our days together before everything changed.

The date’s details arrived via fax, which is one thing the company was very good at providing. They always gave us a complete list of what the client wanted before our arrival. I am forever thankful for that. Sometimes you need to prepare for something beforehand mentally. A few of my escort clients are very detail orientated.

I was to arrive at the Four Seasons in downtown Los Angeles at 8 pm promptly. Not knowing why he always added that. I was never late—just another factor in his need to be in control at all times. I was to wear a simple white dress, stockings in the nude shade range, a pair of Victoria Secret panties, white, and the black shoes he purchased last for me. Nothing was unusual here. I often had gotten a request like this. It was always what he was in the mood for at the time. I liked his choice this time. With the outfit and a simple loose bun, makeup done in a softer than usual tone, and nude polish on my fingers and toes, I was ready.

On my way up, I was when the elevator opened, and he stepped out, smiling the moment he saw me. A kiss to the cheek and few kind words about my appearance, and he led me out the front and into a waiting limo. I had no clue what we were doing, but I hope it was better than the last time. I wouldn’t say I liked the way he treated me on the prior date. No one wants thought of as a pawn, even when they know they are.

I chose the escort life for a reason.

Sitting back in the limo, a glass of wine in hand, he began to speak. I rested the glass and listened to his words. Something about his presence tonight was different. Something was off.

“When I met you, I didn’t expect ever to see you again. You were just a whim. Now don’t get all upset. I found so much more in you than my first impression. Each date we had made me fall more for you, but let’s be honest here. You’re a whore. You allow men to fuck you for money. I can’t take you home to meet my family, my daughter, well you’re younger than she is. I married my wife, who is your age, but she has a class that is above you. Sorry, but I’m honest. The one thing she will never be though is you. I can’t have a whore in my home. What if I was having a party and half of my friends have slept with my wife? It would make me less than a man. As much as I care for you, Gypsy, you will always be the other woman.”

It was a shocking statement by this Man but well deserved. I think this was the day I stopped loving him. He was now just a fuck like everyone else. Just the john with more money than sense and an addiction to one special escort.

“So, where are we going tonight? I thought we would stay in?”

Laughter came from him. I guess he expected me to cry over him. Not me. I wasn’t wasting a tear on him. He was a five grand a night fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. Just as he was to speak, the limo stopped, the driver exited, and he escorted us into a strip club. Was he taking me to see strippers? Never a dull moment, but this was crazy.

“Tonight I want to watch you with another woman. I want to see a woman pleasure you!”

I couldn’t help but laugh and be a little out of sorts at the same time. He was neglecting me sexually more and more, and I know that was due to him being married now, but why spend time with me? It seemed odd to pay the amount of money he did and let me have sex with someone else. This is where I learned about his other side. He was a voyeur. It all started back in his childhood. I would find that all out by the close of the night. I would find out how he loved watching women he loved with others.

Taking a seat in the front, he ordered a champagne bottle for us, which wasn’t unusual.

When you have money, you buy the best. The bubbles tickled my nose as I drank, making me almost feel a little childlike. I couldn’t help but giggle, well, till the lights dimmed, and the girl took the stage. Anticipating what it was to be a stripper, I watched as this scorching blonde walked out wearing nothing but a trench coat. So cliché. I was on the edge of my seat when You could leave your hat on, played. Not only is that the best stripper song, but it’s one of my favorites.

Her body worked the stage and the audience like the professional she was. When the coat dropped, she was in nothing but a thong, stockings, and some platform heels. She worked that body up and down the stage before wrapping around the pole. Gliding her body up the pole, her legs wrapped around the slender bar, bringing me closer to the edge of my seat. I was intrigued. Each movement of her thin frame made me twitch. I am not attracted to females, but this girl would be the exception. She would be the one whom I would love to have devour me.

“Gypsy, she is coming back to the hotel with us!”

He whispered that I would be with this woman tonight. He arranged it. Though I love it when he fucks me, I wanted to be with her tonight. I was honestly looking forward to sharing myself sexually with the Goddess before me. Being as escort isn’t so bad after all.

A girls best friend!

Rule Breaker

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I have a little Kitten kink. Not the animal kind, but the Dominate Daddy kind. Yes, even a Goddess has secrets of her own.

I have this dream that last night developed into something so intense I ripped the sheets off my bed. Not getting properly laid in a while is driving me to the brink of insanity. I know the man I am dreaming of, but I won’t say his name out loud. I can’t. He tastes like arsenic every time I even think of him. There is something so forbidden inside of me I can’t even fathom letting another man touch me. Not when I know, even without a touch, I know that no one could ever satisfy my needs again.

“Don’t you fucking dare come into my dream again tonight,” I warned. As my hand pulled the corner of the sheets tight, I smoothed out the linen to a flawless surface. Clean sheets are a little kink of mine. Sleeping naked feels incredible when the bed is freshly made. Pink with the tiniest of dots, everything about my bed screams female. Why not? I allow no one into my bedroom. It’s the one place where I feel the most at home.

Even I have secret fantasies.

The lights off, I opened the veranda doors to a gust of ocean air, sending chills up and down my spine. “Fuck,” whimpering, the kiss of salt now coating my lips. There is no place in the world that I love more than the beach. I guess you can say I am a fish out of water and need to stay close to home. My eyes stayed on the beach as my hands moved to remove the long white t-shirt I slipped on after a bath. Up and off, the view from the beach would give anyone a shock, but sadly, there was no one out. Yes, I am sorta an exhibitionist at heart. I left the doors open wide before slipping between the comforter and the sheets. Most people would call this a touch of insanity, but I called it hopeful. I guess there is a part of me that believes he will find his way in and show me what a little slut I really am. The other part of me fears his appearance. I’m not sure why, but there is something so mysterious about this man.

Eyes closing, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore, in the distance the songs migrating whales are finding their way home. There is a place where the mind lives when you’re almost asleep. A twilight state that allows everything you ever denied creeping in and scratches the back of your brain.

A weight shift on the bed, the side closest to the open door indenting. The scent of his cigarettes filling the room, the one he held in his hand freshly lit. Hitting the cancer stick, his blue hues filling with amusement. He smiled from his eyes more than his mouth. As the tip glowed the hottest shade of red, he rolled it slightly over the bare thigh that lured him in. His lips curl as the flesh heats, forcing a slight moan.

“Wake up little, Kitten,” he growled.

Soft moans. I knew he was there. My entire body heating from the touch of that coffin nail that he perched between his lips.

“Stop,” I lied. I called him in my dreams, so asking him to stop was a complete and utter lie. Wanting more, not less. I wanted him to push that cigarette into my flesh and force the screams to rip from my throat. God, what is wrong with me?

“Beg me to stop,” he laughed, the same cigarette now resting on my left ass cheek.

“No! I don’t beg anyone,” I snapped. Whimpering at the cherry tip that heated my flesh. I swear I could almost smell my skin branding from the warmth.

Laughter filled the small room, the windows shaking from the force. He knew better than that. She would drop to her knees and beg him if he demanded it, but knowing she was denying herself amused him even more. Maybe it was her age of lack of proper training, but if he fucked her, she would know better next time. Snuffing the cigarette out, his hand moved up the center of her back, knotting in the glowing strands of her blond hair. The way the moon seeped through the open door cast a small halo around her head. She was no angel. Ripping her head back, forcing the slender curve of her neck to arch, his laughter was short-lived.

“Liar. You don’t beg me to stop because you want to feel it all, don’t you?” whispering, his teeth grabbing the shell of her ear. “Liars go to hell, Kitten,” adding.

“Stop it, I don’t like my hair pulled,” whining. Every fiber of my being ignited with want. I wanted him to fuck me more than I wanted air to breathe, but saying that wasn’t easy. I pride myself on being a strong female, so this was causing my stomach to knot. “Why the fuck are you doing this?” I asked.

Silence, the only sound in the room, his breaths. Laced with fine hairs, he held his fist tight. A ponytail of hair kept captive by his weather-beaten hands. “Beg me to fuck you,” he said again, this time his voice holding a hint of anger.

Screams inside of my head telling me to say no, but the only words that formed on my lips came out in rapid pants of want. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” I cried. God dammit, there it was. The truth always comes out in the end, even when you fight its appearance.

“See there, Kitten. Was that so hard?” he said. His voice filled with sarcasm. He knew the truth. Hell, he could smell the sweetness of her pussy when he wanted in the room.

“Roll over on your stomach and stretch your hands to the head of the bed. Hold it tight and do not release it. After that, stretch your legs until they hang from either side of the mattress,” he growled.

“Oh my god,” whimpering, I didn’t want to spread my legs. I knew I was soaked and as soon as I peeled my thighs apart, he would know as well. Feeding his ego is not what I want tonight. As my pulse quickened, I rolled to my stomach, reaching out and catching the fabric with the tips of my fingers. Next, my legs pushed apart to the sides of the bed, curling the arch of my feet around the ledge. “There, are you happy?” I snapped.

A sharp exhale and he moved to the open space between her legs. Looking down, her lips glistened with moisture. She was sopping wet. “Do not move at all. Do not twitch your body in any direction. If you do I will go back out the door I came in and you will never see me again. Do you understand?” he asked.

My chin resting on the bed, I whispered, “I understand.” God damn, what was he going to do to me? I’m not scared, but every sense in my body’s heightened and on a high stage of alert. I closed my eyes to allow my body to calm down and accept what he was going to do to me.

“Good, Kitten,” he growled. Leaning down, he brushed the stubble on his chin over her ass cheeks. Smirking with little prickles of lust formed on her skin. She was dying, and he knew at that moment the level of control he had over her. Breathing through his mouth to let blankets of warm air kiss her flesh, the anticipation of her moving delighted him. Would he leave if she did? You’re goddamn right he would. A woman needs to learn who is in control.

“Please,” I whispered.

Retracting his hand, he licked the palm before slapping her ass with full force. She needed to learn patience. As the outline of his hand formed on her fleshy cheek, he moved his chin down to brush back and forth over her swollen lips. The spike bristles of a few day’s growth just scratching the surface of her mound. A large calloused hand on each ass cheek, pulling her apart to view his entire meal. “Looks good enough to eat,” grunting, he buried his face in the middle of her ass. Sliding his tongue up and down her backside, he stopped when he found the small starfish opening to her asshole. A push against the rim. His hands tightened on her cheeks, indenting the skin with the molds of his fingers.

I blacked out the moment his tongue probed my ass. God damn, son of a bitch, I could cum from ass play alone. Most women lied and said they hated it, but I know I wanted it all. I will never turn down a punishing ass fuck. Slowly opening my mouth, I gripped the sheets with my teeth to silence the moans that threatened to spill from my lips. I didn’t want him to stop and took no chances.

As his rough chin rested against her lips, his tongue fucked her ass, each time pushing the tip into her core. A rough rake of his teeth over the outer rim. He wanted to devour every inch of this woman. Back and forth he shook his face, her pussy lips covered with invisible scars from his scruff. Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he waited. His eyes on the slowly parting lips, he waited until a trickle of honey slipped from her pulsating cunt. A strike of his tongue with lightning speed, and the sugar was gone. Devoured like a snake taking a victim of his very own. It was the first time he tasted her cunt, but it wouldn’t be his last. The scent is an aphrodisiac, but the taste, pure addiction.

“Please fuck me,” I begged. Yes, I begged. He wanted me to beg him to touch me and I am no longer afraid to do that. An hour ago I would have laughed in his face, but right now, I would sell my soul to the Devil for one night with him.

“No!” he laughed, sliding from the bed. He stood at the edge, looking down. Go to sleep and you may not cum until I tell you so. Good night, Kitten,” he said, slipping out the way he came in.

I rolled to my back, shocked, as I watched the drapes blow in the wind. “Fuck you, goddamn you,” I cried, knowing sleep wouldn’t come for me tonight. He left me high and wanting another touch from him.

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Wanton Witch is a little story or fantasy about a client of mine. Of course, no name ever mentioned, but his story drove me crazy with lustful cravings.

Didn’t anyone tell you to beware of what lurks behind locked doors? Obviously not. Walking alone in the forest he sought nothing more that a little nature hike. It’s spring and the woods have come alive with new growth and animals awakening for their first breath of new air. Soft petals of flowers and the trees have suddenly changed from a dull dark shade of gray, to a beautiful green. Yes, the world is once again awakening after a long winters nap. Never in his wildest of dreams did he believe the story of the Wanton Witch who lurks deep in the forest. Legend has it that once inside of her, she steals a little drop of your soul. Also, she leaves her victims in a sexual heat that can’t be denied.

Do you believe in the Wanton Witch?

A Gypsy by nature and name, the woman is said to be so beautiful that it hurts the eyes to take her in. Hair as dark as a starless night, eyes rich in chocolate, and her body? Well, that is made of heaven and hell. You will decide after one time in the arms of the Goddess.

“Welcome in. I’m sure it’s been a very long walk. Let me make you some tea,” she whispered.

He nodded, his legs weary, almost afraid to tell her that he was lost. “I would like that. Are you out here all alone?” he asks.

Pouring a hot cup of tea, a little herb combined with a little something special. Handing it over, her lips creeping with a smile, “Here. Drink up. It will make you feel so much better.”

Did the lost soul drink the potion?

What do you think? He’s a man, so yes, he fell for the powers of a beautiful woman. A few sips in, he is unable to struggle. Stripped of all clothing, a paralyzed man would feed the Wanton Witch with his seed. Each time he cums she takes a little more. He will now be the perfect pet. Every woman will want him. He will spill his seed in each, taking from them their soul and delivering it back to the beauty in the woods.

“Welcome to my house. Come in and sit while I make you some delicious tea.”

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