Happy Ending: Part 2

Slick with massage oil, his hands caressed over my bare back. They glided over my taunt muscles with just enough pressure to locate areas of tension without my initial fear of being broken. I felt like I was melting into the table. Paul broke the silence. “How’s the pressure?” I moaned pleasurably, no longer caring about…

Happy Ending Massage

I was excited for my preplanned three-day coma when Becky offered an impromptu massage at a new spa. Since lunch I’d been counting down the minutes until I could crawl into my soft bed, turn on my sound machine, and sleep until Monday morning. After a month of late nights and early mornings, we had finally…

Code Chokehold

“This is how you want it.” His voice is rough, raw with passion and anger. “Right?!” He barks. I nod submissively as his hands clasp tighter around my throat. Though his palms press into my larynx preventing me from voicing anything but small muffled grunts, I can still breathe through my nose so I hold…