INICIAR SESIÓNChapter 3 - Magic Hands I pulled the zip down and shrugged the top off my shoulders and folded it on the arm of the couch. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my leggings and pushed them down over my hips and stepped out of them and folded those too, and stood in my living room in a black lace bra and matching underwear with my arms at my sides and my heart going like a drum. "Okay," I called. "You can come in." He came back in and set his bag down beside the table and looked at me for a second. "Alright. Face down first. We'll start with your back and your shoulders, and then we'll get to your hips." I climbed onto the table and lay down on my stomach. I heard him squeeze something into his hands. Then his palms came down flat on my upper back, warm and slick with oil, and he started to work. The first thing I noticed was how slow he was. He worked his palms up either side of my spine, and then dragged them back out to my shoulders and down my arms, and then up agai
Chapter Two - First Lesson Thursday came faster than I expected. I woke up before my alarm with my lower back already complaining, and I lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling and going over the day ahead of me. Work, then home, then the session at seven. I had booked the whole evening off in my head… no calls, no emails, nothing after six. Just this. I got up and made coffee and stretched in the kitchen the way I always did, and my hips popped twice and my shoulder clicked once and I winced and drank my coffee standing up. By the time I got home from work I had already changed my mind about what to wear three times. The first outfit was too formal. The second was too sloppy. I settled on my gym set… black leggings that hugged everything, a matching sports top that sat just below my ribs, and a light zip-up over the top that I would take off when he arrived. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom and turned side to side and looked at myself properly fo
Chapter 1 - The Massage Therapist The wine was a pinot grigio that cost more than my first car, and I was on my second glass and still hadn't managed to relax my shoulders.Priya's house was the kind of house that made you want to go home and throw out everything you owned. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a kitchen island made of a single slab of marble, a garden out back that a man came to tend twice a week. The four of us were arranged around her dining table like pieces in a still life… Priya at the head, radiant in a silk blouse, her hair in a glossy bob that hadn't moved once all evening, Camille across from me with her new engagement ring catching the candlelight every time she raised her glass, and Ruth beside me thirty-four and fitter than I had ever been in my life, just back from a hiking trip in Patagonia with a tan that made her look ten years younger.And then me. Thirty years old, a project manager at a firm that had been bleeding me dry for six years, and I felt like I had
Chapter 5 - Water and Air The shower was big enough for two and the water came out of the ceiling in a wide flat sheet, and Marcus stood under it with his head tipped back and his eyes closed while I watched him from the doorway with a towel around me. "Come in," he said without opening his eyes. I dropped the towel and stepped in and the water hit my shoulders and ran down my back and I stood there in front of him with my hair going wet and my hands at my sides. He opened his eyes and looked at me and reached for the soap. "Turn around," he said. I turned around and he put his hands on my shoulders and worked the soap into my back, slow and thorough, down my spine and over my shoulder blades and down to the small of my back. Then lower. His hands slid over my ass and between my legs and I leaned back against his chest and let him wash me, and his fingers moved through my cunt slowly and easily and I moaned and my knees went soft. Mmhh…” He turned me back around and
Chapter 4 - The Payment I didn't stop. I licked and pushed and worked his cock with my hand and he groaned and his hips moved and his hand stayed in my hair, and I could feel how hard he was in my hand, thick and hot and slick at the tip. He slowly pulled away after a while and moved back behind me and I felt his hands close on my hips. "Stay just like that," he said. "Face down, ass up." He pushed his cock me in one slow stroke. "Ohh… shit.” I cried out and my arms went out from under me and my cheek hit the mattress and he held there with his hips against my ass and his hands on my hips and let me feel all of him, thick and deep, and I moaned and pushed back onto him. "Please," I said. "Please fuck me." He started to fuck me. and I lay face down on the mattress with my ass up and my whole body rocking with every thrust. The bed creaked and the headboard hit the wall and I moaned into the sheets and pushed back onto him and took it. "Oh fuck… yes, god!” He reached around
Chapter 3 - Paying Off The Debt I walked over and stood beside him at the counter and he turned and looked down at me with the coffee in his hand and his eyes moving over my face and down my body and back up. "You slept in my shirt," he said. "You told me to." "I did." He set the coffee down and reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. Then he looked at me standing there naked in his kitchen with the morning light coming in and his eyes went dark. "Go get in the bed. On your hands and knees. Face down, ass up. Wait for me." I went and got on the bed. I knelt there on the mattress with my hands flat on the sheets and my ass up and my face down and waited, and I could hear him moving around in the kitchen and then the sound of his footsteps coming down the hall, and then the mattress dipped behind me and his hands closed on my hips. "Stay just like that," he said. His hands moved over my ass, slowly, spreading me open with his







