Spa Day- “The Total Relief Package- Enjoy a 60 minute appointment aimed to relax and unwind. We use non-traditional methods to let go of deep held tensions, encouraging a more fulfilling relaxation that will have you begging for more…” I check the box on website. Sure the cost is steep, but I’m splurging on the spa anyway, why not go big, right? My appointment is confirmed. About an hour later, I get an email asking me to fill out some consent documents. Only as I’m looking it over do I start to understand how “non-traditional” your methods are. (This can be as tame or interesting as you want. A standard happy ending, VR/hypnosis, FemDom bondage, whatever you think you need to do to make this a spa trip to remember)

Can I borrow some sugar?- Pregnancy does wild things to everyone. Your hormones are all out of whack, things that you would’ve never thought of now seem like a great idea. Sure, why not put pickles on your eggs? But it’s not just food that you’ve been craving recently, is it? You felt another change too. Your husband, so sweet, so delicate, everything you ever wanted, suddenly isn’t enough.

You didn’t know what you wanted, you didn’t have the words for it. Not until the other night, when you looked out your window, and saw through mine. Saw me with my wife, saw her crying in ecstasy as I’ve bent her over the bed, watched longer than you should have, longer than just a peak, as I tugged on her hair, as I slid my fingers into her mouth, as I spanked and smacked and squeezed and fucked.

You always liked delicate. But what we like changes. I work from home, and you have the day off. Sure, you could bake yourself some cookies, or you could knock on my front door, and ask for what you really need.

Prostitute and a Business Man- I'm only in town for a few days while I oversee a corporate merger. I'm tired, and lonely, getting ready to head back to my hotel for the night, when a coworker gives me a card, saying to call it if I need a companion. I head back to my suite, and sit on the edge of my bed, contemplating, for a moment, if I'm ready to take this leap. Finally, I take a deep breath, pull out my phone and send a text to the number. "Are you free tonight?" (so who are you? A high-end escort that likes to be wind and dined? A cheap thrill on the corner and a sparkling dress? A leather strapped dominatrix, putting men in their place for cash? Open to ideas for what kind of prostitute you are. )

Interns- At some point in their life, almost every boy imagines working at a porn studio. Usually it's just a passing thought. Not for me. For me, it was the dream. So imagine my excitement when I finally got the internship of my dreams. Every day at work was a dream come true. it didn't matter what my task was, shredding documents, grabbing coffee, laundry, I was just happy to be involved. The boys were all cool, and the girls were all nice to me, every day felt like sunshine. My boss must have noticed my enthusiasm, because one day, he gave me a pitch. The studio wants to do a new series, where they film the interns fucking, and they want me in the pilot episode. My heart pounds in my chest, my voice catches in my throat. I can't believe it. I say yes before he's finished asking. Now the day is here. I'm sitting on the set, a generic looking bedroom, with a small crew, just the camera man and the director. "Are you ready?" he asks me. Of course I am. This is a dream come true. (It's up to you if you' want to be a pornstar or another intern).