Some clients? They’re fleeting—a stolen moment, a secret indulgence, a desire locked away, never to be repeated. They slip in and out, surrendering to need before vanishing back into their ordinary lives.
But the special ones? The regulars? They crave more. Deeper. Darker. Once I know what makes their breath hitch, their muscles tense, their fingers curl—I know exactly how to push them. That’s when the games get serious. That’s when we discover how far we can go.
One of my regulars thought he’d experienced it all—believed he had memorized every inch of me, every trick, every sensation. But that night, I decided to rewrite the rules.
I already had him on edge. Every breath was shallow, every nerve heightened, his body mine to command. He twitched beneath my touch, legs tensing as I coaxed them apart. My fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around his anus, teasing his entrance, testing, feeling him shudder beneath me.
He was already yearning—body taut with need—but I wasn’t done playing. I let my lips graze his ear, my breath hot against his skin. “I’ve got something just for you,” I whispered, savouring the way he tensed in anticipation. My fingers wrapped around his length, firm yet teasing, feeling the steady pulse of desire beneath my touch.
Each inhale was deep, each exhale unsteady. Anticipation thickened as I reached for my special little toy. He couldn’t see it, but he could hear the soft, seductive hum as I turned it on. His body stiffened, a shiver rippling through him, his reaction almost as satisfying as what I had planned next.
I didn’t rush. I wanted to savour every moment. Slowly, I pressed the toy against his anus, just enough to make him squirm. He bucked instinctively, desperate for more, but I wasn’t about to give in so easily.
My lips travelled down his spine, each kiss a promise, each touch an invitation. I kept the rhythm slow—agonizingly so. His hips lifted as I teased his aching length, the toy circling his entrance but never fully pressing in. His body trembled, caught in the exquisite torture of anticipation.
Fingers gripped the sheets, muscles tensed. He was right on the edge, every fibre of his being straining toward release. And then—only then—when I knew he couldn’t take another second of waiting, I finally gave in.
His release spilled over my hands, hot and sticky, his body shuddering as I drew out every pulse of pleasure. The heat of it sent a rush through me, his climax mingling with the vibrations as I held him close, savouring the aftermath.
I smiled, knowing tonight was just the beginning. Because next time? He had a surprise for me—a toy for my own show. And believe me, I gave him a performance words could never fully capture.
But if you stay tuned… maybe I’ll let you in.
Ready to play,
Emma x
