Category: eroticliterature

My partner and I have been together for over 10 years. We love each other very much. She is a research scientist and professor who went to a top university and has an impressive career. I’m very proud of her success and I love to see her come home at the end of a demanding day at work, looking powerful, smart, and sexy in her tastefully chosen work clothes. I have a good job as a schoolteacher, but my work is less prestigious than hers, I make far less money, and I focus more on maintaining our home, cooking meals, and caring for our two kids.

The other night when she came home from work (quite late, as usual), she gave me a quick kiss and then announced, a bit breathlessly, “I have great news. I got the directorship!” She had applied for a major promotion within her research lab a month earlier; I could tell from her sparky tone of voice and the quick, supple gestures with which she animated her words that, despite the long day, she felt exultant and energized by this professional coup. I also suspected from the way she spoke and moved that, as I had observed in the past, her heightened energy and affect at realizing this career ambition had an erotic tinge to it. “I want to celebrate,” she said, “and I know just how I want to do it.” Cocking an eyebrow, she slowed her rate of speech and lowered the pitch of her voice, until it was utterly peremptory: “Go get yourself a glass of wine. Go to the bedroom. Take off your clothes, lie on the bed, and wait for me. You may not touch yourself.” Read more »

Back 2 years ago when I had first graduated from university as a physiotherapist, I found it hard getting a job. So I spent most of the time searching for people looking for house services. This would mean I’d end up going to their house to treat them and I’d get paid upfront. So this mode of work was pretty steady for a few months and my clientele began to grow through recommendations. One of the clients I had was a pretty rich dude who was played sports often. So usually every week he’d call me over for a sports massage (One of the services that I usually provided) and I’d bring my portable bed over to his house to treat him. He was by far the richest person I’ve ever met and to be honest I looked forward to going to his house every week. He had a 3 storey house which was decorated well interiorly. It was a very zen type of setting, so the light was always warm with lots of items that were unique in nature. Buddha and hindu god photos on the walls type of thing. I’d feel calm everytime I walked in. So this guy had wife and kids who I’d rarely see because I’d be there in the morning and they would have left for school and work. He’d usually get a session in before he left to his own work. He’d usually have his maid make us some breakfast and we’d like chat alot during this time. We became pretty close over the few months and he’d treat me like family, getting me to come for family gatherings where he’d introduce me to others and spread my name as a physiotherapist. Read more »