Estrogensensual

So you know how some like to have dessert before dinner? I was thinking about dessert before breakfast. We had just watched the sunrise outside his beautiful home, and he offered to make me breakfast. Granted this was after necking on the beach like a couple of highschool kids, and me trying to ignore the elephant in his pants and my own lunatic kitty begging to be assuaged, but sure I said, both of us knowing that we'd never make it to the kitchen until lunch if we're lucky. But I digress. Just be, he says; be your authentic self. He tells me, I see you and you're beautiful just the way you are. Of course, I thought it was a line, and he was full of it, but he was too cute to call BS. Even though I was dressed down in my workout shorts, had a holey shirt, no makeup whatsoever, and don't get me started on the rat's nest on my head, I couldn't believe he wasn't f'n with me. I was half-soaked and washing my car at the local self-service car wash spot when ...

She swung at me, and she wasn’t holding back. Sure, it stung, but it only made me more excited. She even challenged and threatened me with more physical harm if I didn’t leave while standing in front of my only exit. My ear was ringing a little bit still when she attacked me again, and I easily caught her arm, which forced her to use her other hand to try and free it, but once I had both her hands together, it was over. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down and grabbed the back of her dress and pulled that over her head like an old hockey move. Once I had her arms and head wrapped up in her dress, I dragged her to her bedroom. She still tried to kick and threaten, but there wasn’t much she could do being bent over at the waist, unable to see, and her arms and head secured in her dress. I pushed her over the side of the bed and dodged a couple of mule kicks before pulling her dress back and freeing her head, still keeping her arms trapped in the dress behind her. She screamed un...

 I knocked first and joked, “Housekeeping,” even though I had a key card. In my line of work, people rarely use their real names. Their profiles should be accurate, but they often leave critical information out that others might be able to trace. This particular client was new and was referred by a mutual friend and client. She asked that we skip the formalities and get straight to business. She informed me that she reserved a suite at a fancy hotel and that a key would be waiting for me at the counter. I entered without waiting and heard “back here,” as I said, “Hello.” It didn’t register right away, but as I entered the master bedroom suite, I came face to face with a longtime, close friend. She gave me a thousand-watt smile as if to say surprise before I picked her up and swung her in circles like long-lost friends would, but she wasn’t long-lost. She is in my current friend group, and I often play ball with her husband. I’ve never been a fan of his, and he has always simply bee...

 “Cum on my feet,” and without hesitation, I withdraw my cock from her flexing hole to finish on the bottom of her feet. I’m easy and don’t judge; I mean, I’m cumming, and where is only a preference, and it might as well be hers. She does have great feet, and even though I’m a novice when it comes to footplay, I still know what I like. Her feet are always perfectly manicured and clean, so soft and aesthetically pleasing as far as feet go. I was amazed by how tight and accommodating she was able to present her feet and I have no shame saying that I fucked the hell out of her feet. On the contrary, she likes my feet all-natural, fresh out of the shoe, and even a little funky. Ultimately, I am still just a man, and I’m honestly happy, making my partner happy, and getting to get off at the same time is just icing on the cake. I knew her well-documented proclivities from reading her profile before she hired me. Like I stated, I’m game for anything, well, until I find out otherwise. Funn...

 There are few things more beautiful to me than a pregnant woman. My newest client came to me because she wasn’t feeling beautiful and expressed that her husband was treating her like a leper. I’m no therapist, and I wouldn’t attempt to justify his behavior, but I did try to put myself in his position. Once I did and discussed with her his possible perspective and how he might have reservations because of the baby, she shut that down real quick and was adamant that it was way more than that, and she knew how she allowed herself to be marginalized way before this and made it clear she knew and didn’t want to discuss it. I took my queue and returned to what I do best and simply listened.  On our first date, we went to this local and exclusive private place I know that is renowned for being just that. We created a back story that I was one of the OBGYNs in her group in case she ran into anyone, and we ate like two pregnant women without the guilt or shame she was apparently accus...

“James, I want you to fuck my Rose,” “Whew,” I responded. “When you asked for the meeting and requested that I keep it between us, I was concerned.” He followed, “The only caveat being, I want to watch.” Relieved and realizing the cat was out of the bag, I chuckled, “Okay, but standard rates apply,” and I made sure he understood that he was strictly a cuckold in this scenario, but I’d give him the family discount.  This job is a bit different than business as usual. This request was made by one of my closest friend’s father. I’ve been friends with the family for over two decades, and his son obviously let my second job be known to his father, not thinking about the possible repercussions. He asked that I bartend his house party for her birthday the following weekend as a front and stick around after “To clean up.” I let it be known that I hadn’t made drinks in a decade, and he cut me short to let me know that there would be a real bartender and that I was more of a party favor. “N...

I love my job. I feel I was built for what I do. Last night, like so many others, I had the absolute pleasure of spending the evening with a beautiful woman nearly twice my age. We enjoyed a fine dinner followed by drinks before we retired to her place. She is one of my regulars, and we’ve been intimate before, but last night, she preempted that she just wanted to fall asleep in my arms, with the caveat being that I spent the night. Sleepovers aren’t normally on the menu, but there are some regulars that I’m tickled to make the exception for. She requested a bath when we arrived at her place, and so I ran the water to a perfect 102 degrees. She has a classic Roman tub with a reading chair next to it so that I can read to her, which she often enjoys, or like tonight, I use the chair to bathe her and brush out her long silver-gray hair. I had already showered while running her bath before I put on the staple of my work clothes, medical scrub pants. Tonight, we’re happy in the silence, an...

I feel like I’m a teenager in love. Can you hear my heart beating? I swear that the thunder of my heartbeat sounds like the base in my high school boyfriend’s hoopty. How old am I, and how can he not hear it as we’re making out on his couch? Who even necks anymore? I do, apparently. I’m legit wet already for him, and I wasn’t even sure that could still happen anymore, and that was from just our necking. We’ve been making out for an hour, and I feel it is something that I can do forever if for no other reason than I don’t want it to end. I’m forty(ish), not fourteen, mind you, and my panties are soaked through. I feel like I’m having heart palpitations, I’m sweaty, and my lips are swollen, and it’s obvious that he, too, is excited. We’ve been dry humping through our sweats for, no lie, about thirty minutes and I’m not the slightest bit embarrassed that we both now look like we peed ourselves from him making me so wet. I almost want to go home so we could do it again tomorrow and every ...

Went to a house party and my husband, being the dancing fool he is, was casting a spell like some voodoo priest that had the whole house jumping. Nobody was immune to his wiles, and as usual, he ended up putting it down hard on me. You know for someone claiming to be an introvert, this mother fucker was like the pied piper, and had the whole house bumpin and grinding like we all were on Soul Train. The music was hitting different, and whenever he gets on the dance floor, everyone seems to get a second wind. We ran the gamut from breakdance circles to conga lines, and like I stated, we took it all the way back to the Soul Train line dance days, and had couples showcasing all their best dance moves. Good times are always on the menu with this oxymoron of an introverted party boi, but something else was afoot at this particular party that none of us saw coming. First off, all of us at this party have been friends for over two decades, we’ve done a lot together, been through divorces, had ...

I’m a divorced single mother and have been traveling for work, and nothing feels better than a dip in the pool after a long business trip. My daughters are in school, and the backyard is private, so I decided to go skinny-dipping. The first thing I do is drop my luggage, pee like a racehorse, and then strip. The master bedroom exits out to the backyard and pool, so I tiptoe and slowly enter the pool to acclimate. Just as I managed to slide onto the floating beanbag lounge chair, I saw out of the corner of my eye one of my daughter’s boyfriends breaking through the bushes just outside her bedroom window. He apparently didn’t see me come out to the pool because he was carrying his clothes and shoes and trying to be quiet while making his escape. I contemplated letting him get away because I wasn’t dressed for a confrontation but then he saw me and I must have scared the shit out of him because he dropped everything, but I digress. There was no even trying to cover myself, and he tried ev...