Finally decided to dip my toe into a new pond, will be starting at Crystal Lodge (fingers crossed) from tomorrow.

Will be cutting back my LFG hours to the Weds and Thurs! 

New Home

Picking a 'home' parlor is never easy. There's a lot of factors. It's not always $$$ that makes a girl stay. 

It's the clients, the management, other girls, dress code, the building, often its the feel of just a place... 

It would be silly to think that all that maters is the $$$, while I'd be lying to say it doesn't play a part, its not the end of the world. While your not necessarily going to go to a place where I'd make no money, you also need to put a value on your time... 

But if your thinking long term, if your thinking 'this is somewhere I'm going to be for a while' you need to look at other factors. 

Are the clients your type of clients? Not only are you in the parlor where people will like you, but also are they the people you want to be seeing? Are they going to be people you are happy to spend time in a room with? Can you connect? 

The management:

Can you work as part of a team? Or are you going to have to be avoiding certain shifts?  

I've worked both sides of the desk, and I know you don't get a long with everyone. But as someone who has/had problems with receptionist I know the pain of having to change my shifts because the receptionist and I weren't getting along... 

The Girls: 

There is a lot of down time in this industry, you can have shifts where you spent hours sitting around, just waiting and you want to know you're with girls you get along with, can trust and can talk too. Girls that you know wont pinch your food from the fridge, or your lippy from the dresser, or money from your wallet. Girls you can do bi doubles with, or just muck about over a coffee...  if your going to spend 8+ hours with these people, you had better get a long with them. 

Dress Code: 

I'll admit I don't have the ego or vanity of a lot of girls.. that's not to say that I don't like how I look.. Anyway.. You want somewhere you can express yourself, be comfortable and dress for the clients you want. I've never been good with lingerie, I've always found it hard to master, I'm always happier in a nice little black dress... 

The Buildings: 

Like the girls this is a place you're going to be spending a lot of time in and you want to feel at home, relaxed and clean. Somewhere you can be happy working in. I've never liked sterile, those places that look more like an overly clean cheap motel. 

Why do I mention this? Cos as much as I like my home parlor, I need to branch out.. in need of a new play ground... So I'm on the move again.. hopefully I'll find somewhere awesome :) 

 

Feeling Dirty

I wrote this a little while ago... thought I'd put it here... 

Evan had retired to our den for reading while Emily chatted on the phone. Sometime later, during an article about the current bear market, he felt the low hum of the shower vibrating through the house. For a moment Evan thought of going to her, joining her. He enjoyed the touch of her warm wet body and they had had many pleasant moments in the shower. But something held him there in the den. Perhaps the cautiousness of his reading material had leaked into Evan’s psyche. Perhaps it was more the idea that patience would lead to greater return in the future. Nevertheless, he sat there.

It was some indiscriminant about of time before he heard the soft pad of Emily's footsteps in the hall. She stood in the doorway. He graced her with a brief glance, then coyly returned to his magazine. Despite the shortness in the glance the image was etched upon Evan’s brain. She glowed with the heat and lather of her shower, her green night gown draped loosely about her. Her long, reddish brown hair twisted in wet strands. Her look was contented from the needle fine massage of the spray.

In his peripheral vision Evan saw the green satine slid off her shoulder, revealing a breast. Behind the cover of my magazine he licked my upper lip. Her full curves were literally delectable. Her pose reminded him of classic statuary in the books upon our shelves. he would have built a temple to her millennia ago. He held back his smile knowing that it would show all over his face. Instead, he focused upon this waiting game he had devised with four leading stock analysts from the pages of a slick magazine. Evan reminded myself that many of this year's leading analysts are next year's forgotten failures. If he thought that Emily truly believed he was ignoring her or that Evan was masking something from her, he  would have dropped the ruse immediately. Had she turned from the doorway, he would have pursued her. There is, after all, responsibility with power. But his Emily is clever; Evan was confident that she knew they did not necessarily need cards for little playful games.

She dropped the rest of the dressing gown to the floor and cleared her throat.

"Yes?" Evan said nonchalantly, looking over the edge of his magazine. He deserved an Academy Award for being so nonchalant in the presence of this lovely, naked woman-- that, or a waking slap. But had she been able to hear the thud of his heart or feel the warmth spreading through him at the sight of her, she would have been able to see through the performance very easily.

"Nothing," she said. Evan listened to the tone and wondered if he had gone too far. She knelt to pick up the kimono. The pose emphasized her thighs, her breasts pressed against her knees, the fan of her hair about her shoulders and arms.

Evan could not help but smile in pleasure and in that weak moment dropped the shield of his magazine.

She saw my smile.

Evan tried to cover, but like a child playing peek-a-boo, his efforts were more comical than concealing. Her quiet laugh revealed him. Evan head tilted in a wordless explanation and mild apology. Her smile said that neither was necessary.

He lifted the magazine to cover all but his eyes. Her brows lifted quizzically, and then her eyes grew warm.

Yes. She would play too.

She dropped onto her hands and knees.

In slow, very deliberate long moves, she began crawling toward him. He watched in fascination as her breasts swayed beneath her, as her hips and bottom carved arcs in the air. Curved slipped into curve. Muscle grew taut, then relaxed. Like a living sculpture, like some kind of ivory animal, she flowed toward him. Instinct tingled within him. Evan felt a low growl gather in the base of my throat.

She rubbed her cheek against his trouser leg. Evan put the magazine aside and petted her. She leaned into his touch.

"Tease," she said under her breath.

"You stood naked in the door and I'm the tease?"

"Yes. I thought you were going to look at that damn book all night." She bit him lightly upon my knee.

My hand tightened in her hair. "Now, now, no teeth just yet."

She nuzzled his leg with her chin. Evan let go her hair and cupped her cheek in his hand. Her skin felt soft and warm. He could smell the scent of her jasmine soap. Evan looked at her kneeling naked at his feet. Heat buzzed through him, making his skin feel very alive. Proud of her affection and desire, protective of her preciousness -- seemingly more so naked next tohim. Loving. Possessive.

"Please," she said softly.

"Please what?"

Her hand slid up the leg of his trousers. Part of him wanted to shift to adjust the hardening mass  within his boxers, most of him dared not disrupt her movements. He had felt aroused since the moment she appeared at the door in the loosely draped robe. Now his cock strained against the silky fabric. Her fingers found the bulge, pressed and massaged it against his leg. Evan groaned.

Her fingers worked the button and zipper of his trouser fly. Emily took Evan’s hard cock from the fly of his boxers. He shivered as the cool air of the house breathed against the sensitive head. She stroked him slowly, her fingers twisting around the shaft and brushing the head, warming him fully. Evan felt myself growing harder under her touch -- so hard, he could feel her pressing against the veins that run along the side as she stroked him.

Evan caressed her face and twined his fingers in her damp hair. She knelt over him. Evan could feel the brush of her breath against the sensitive head of his cock. It tingled in anticipation at the touch of her lips. When it actually came, a jolt of electricity ran through him. Evan moaned through gritted teeth.

Emily kissed his cock from the tip of its head to the very base. Her hand massaged him through the fly of his boxers, cupping, squeezing. Evan hands knotted in her hair. 

She took the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue worked circles round the sensitive flesh. Evan exhaled sharply, enjoying how good to be in her mouth, to have her sucking and licking. It felt almost as if his cock would melt in her hot mouth and yet there was nothing more that Evan wanted besides running down her throat like molten sugar.

Her hands stroked the shaft while her mouth worked his  head. Evan could not resist such wonderful stimulation long. Electricity that becomes liquid fire shot through him. She looked up into his eyes gauging how close he was getting. Her eyes lit with arousal. Evan could smell arousal on her body. He felt the rock-hard pebbles of her nipples brush his knees.

He watched her sucking my cock.

He felt her sucking my cock.

His breathing came in gasps.

Evan’s hips thrust involuntarily, fucking her mouth, and he felt the rush of his come. Evan orgasm arced along his spine and burst into his brain in flares of light. He spurted and groaned.

Again.

Again.

Deeper.

Evan’s head lolled back as he panted and cursed in release. His body relaxed in contentedness and complete release.

She stroked his stomach through my shirt.

He smiled down at her. "Come here."

Emily climbed up into his lap. He held her there and nuzzled her with stubbled cheek. Evan kissed her and rubbed her nose with his. He kissed her eyes.

He cupped her breast and kneaded it gently. Her hard nipple pressed against his palm. Evan bent to kiss it, to suckle upon it. He could taste her shower upon her still. Emily cuddled against him. Evan let his hand slide along her inner thigh. Her skin was hot and silky. She moaned as his hand gently spread her legs.

Evan cupped her pussy in his hand. She nibbled at his lower lip and groaned. Kneading her mound gently, applying pressure. He felt the slick warmth of her sex. She put her arms around him and held herself to him as he continued to handle her.

Evan’s fingers traced along her slit, opening her slightly. Her heat was intense; her wetness, drenching. She groaned as his fingers slipped within her lips. He explored the intricacies of her. Evan stirred inside her entrance with a single finger. Her hips shifted in his lap, opening her further to him. He let his finger move up the nub of her clit. She shook as he touched the sensitive bud. Rubbing circles around it, slick with her wetness. Her fingers tightened in my his. Evan bent to kiss her as his fingers worked her.

"Mine" He growled

Emily kissed him.

"Good girl.” He emphasized his words by applying more pressure to her.

"No," she panted.

He replaced his forefinger on her clit with his thumb and penetrated her with fore and middle fingers.

"Oh really?"

She groaned into my mouth.

"Hmmm." He smiled coyl at her, as he stroked her inner walls with two fingers, Evan continued to rub her clit with his thumb. She arched against him.

"Good girl." He wiggled my fingers inside her, letting them worm all about, touching her, filling her, moving within her pussy. Evan thumb rubbed circles round her clit.

She moaned, not able to make a reply.

"Come for me," he breathed into her mouth.

She groaned.

"Come. For. Me. Emily."

Her thighs tightened round his hand as she began to come. Her pussy squeezed his fingers in spasms, clamping against Him. Her pussy flooded with heat. He continued to rub her clit. Each circuit of his thumb caused her to clench again and again. Her back arched in tension. Her head pressed back against his shoulder, baring her throat.

Her pussy squeezed at him again and again.

Emily grunted and groaned, and then her body simply went limp. He felt her heart pounding within her chest. She panted against his shoulder. He held her to him. Evan hugged her, kissing her forehead and nuzzled her with his chin. 

She nuzzled against his chest. A little drowsily, she said, "I'm almost afraid to ask how you reward very good girls."

"Mmm.” He replied knowingly but not giving anymore away.  She wiggled her hips. Evan had become erect when she came for him. He suppressed a groan.

"Oh, that?" She smiled.

"Yes. That." I patted her thigh. "Stand up."

She did. Standing up behind her, Evan kissed the back of Emily’s neck. Taking off his shirt Evan put his hands upon her shoulders and gently guided her back to her knees. As she knelt there against the chair, her elbows in the seat, he removed his trousers and boxers and knelt behind her.

He leaned over her and kissed her between her shoulder blades. His hands smoothed along her sides and cupped her breasts from beneath. Letting his hands slide along their fullness until he pinched at the erect nipples; twisting them gently. His stomach and hard cock rubbed against her wiggling bottom. Evan’s hand found her bottom and followed the curves along inside her thighs. She was drenched from his earlier work. Her heat remained intense.

Emily groaned as he touched her again from behind. Her hips rocked back against him.

Taking his hard cock in hand, he guided the tip to her slit. Evan rubbed the head up and down her slit to moisten it, before he pressed the swollen head to her entrance. He entered her with near agonizing precision, slipping in inch by inch. He held myself inside her, enjoying the sensation of her warm, wet, living sheath. He had her for the taking. To desire. To use. To possess.

Evan held onto her hips to stop her from moving as he began his slow thrusts. Her mouth had quenched his immediate lust earlier in the evening and so Evan felt no need to rush now.

He moved slowly.

Strongly.

His cock pressed deep into her, and then pulled out until the head almost slipped from her. Over and over.

He caressed her back as he thrust into her. His hand found itself tangled in her hair again. He reached round to knead her breasts as my cock slid in and out of her.

"Baby..." he muttered into Emily’s neck

She mewled.

"So hot."

She groaned.

"So wet."

She moaned.

He felt the fire of his orgasm building quickly. This one -- this second one -- would literally burn through him, he knew it. Though he wanted more in the moment than to come inside her.

Evan thrust at her, grunting with each stroke, clutching her hips back to him.

Getting so close.

He could feel the tension building in her also.

Emily panted.

He thrust.

Her fingers knotted in the chair covering, clutching and releasing.

Arching his own back to deepen his thrusts.

So close.

He felt the twitching at the base of my spine...

...then the rush of fluid.

"Fuck.” 

He pumped inside her.

Coming.

Releasing himself inside her.

Pouring into her.

The hot wash shot fire into her mind. Her pussy clutched at his hard cock, arching as she came with him. She cried out. She moaned.

Evan eased down against Emily and then dragged her to the floor with him. He held her close to him, kissing Emily’s neck behind her ear. She turned her lips to him. He kissed her deeply.

“Mine.” She ran her hand down his leg.

“Indeed.” 

END

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Welcome.

I am Morgan. If you've found this than you already know what I am. I've never been a fan of labels  part of why I like my job so very very much is that I don't really have to have one. In one night I can be any and everything....

I can be me, your girlfriend, your mistress, even your whore..

Sometimes I'm just the masseuses, the porn star, a sex therapist and sometimes I'm just a cuddle...

But the fact is, under it all, its all still me....

So sit back and welcome to my dark little corner, be my confessor, my friend, or just be mine.