The Royal Chateaux Affair
I arrived at The Royal Chateaux, a grand hotel nestled in the heart of the city, seeking a much-needed escape from my mundane routine. The moment I stepped into the lavish lobby, I knew this place would offer me an unforgettable experience. And it all began with the man who greeted me—Martin, the bellman.
“Welcome to The Royal Chateaux, Ms. Sharon,” Martin said, his deep voice resonating with warmth. He was tall and handsome, with charming brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His polite demeanor and welcoming smile instantly put me at ease. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a sensation I hadn’t experienced in a while, as if my body was awakening to a new adventure.
“Thank you, Martin,” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. I tried to maintain my composure, but the excitement of the trip had me on edge. I was Sharon, a 37-year-old woman, craving a break from my ordinary life. My blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, and I hoped my blue eyes conveyed the same allure as Martin’s. I wanted this vacation to be more than just a break; I wanted it to be a journey of self-discovery and pleasure.
Martin took my luggage with a gentle touch, his strong arms effortlessly lifting the bags. “It’s my pleasure to assist you. The Royal Chateaux prides itself on providing an exceptional experience to all our guests. Allow me to show you to your room.”
As we walked through the hotel’s opulent corridors, I couldn’t help but notice the way Martin’s eyes occasionally glanced at me. There was a subtle appreciation in his gaze, as if he was admiring a work of art. I felt a surge of confidence, my body tingling with a newfound sense of freedom. This trip was already shaping up to be more exciting than I had anticipated.
“Here we are, Ms. Sharon,” Martin announced as we stopped in front of a beautifully carved wooden door. He opened it with a flourish, revealing a spacious suite adorned with luxurious furnishings. The room exuded elegance, from the plush king-sized bed to the marble bathroom with its deep soaking tub.
“This is incredible, Martin. I feel like royalty,” I said, my voice filled with awe.
He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “I’m glad you like it. It’s my goal to ensure your stay here is memorable. If there’s anything you need, no matter how small, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m here to make your wishes come true.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder if he meant them in a way that went beyond the duties of a bellman. Was there a hint of seduction in his tone? My imagination started to run wild, picturing all sorts of naughty scenarios.
“Thank you, Martin. I’ll be sure to let you know if I need anything,” I said, my voice slightly huskier than before. I wanted to test the waters, to see if my instincts were right.
Martin’s gaze intensified, and for a moment, I thought he might lean in for a kiss. But he maintained his professional demeanor, stepping back and giving me a respectful nod. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Sharon. I’ll be just a call away if you require my services.”
As he turned to leave, I felt a pang of disappointment. I wanted more of his attention, his presence. I had a feeling that Martin was going to be a significant part of my adventure, and I couldn’t wait to explore the possibilities.
I spent the rest’t of the afternoon exploring the hotel’s amenities, indulging in a relaxing spa treatment, and savoring a delicious dinner in the hotel’s gourmet restaurant. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Martin. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.
As the evening deepened, I decided to take a stroll through the hotel’s lush gardens, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The night air was cool and inviting, and I wrapped my silk robe around me, enjoying the sensation of the soft fabric against my skin.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Martin, his tall figure emerging from the shadows. He had changed out of his uniform into a casual outfit, a tight-fitting t-shirt that showcased his muscular physique and a pair of well-fitted jeans.
“Ms. Sharon, what a pleasant surprise,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Enjoying the night air?”
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “I am now. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Martin stepped closer, his eyes fixed on mine. “I couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing you again. You’ve captivated my thoughts since our first encounter.”
My breath quickened as his words sank in. This was more than I had hoped for. I wanted to feel desired, and Martin was delivering that in spades.
“I’m glad I’ve made an impression, Martin,” I said, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness. “But tell me, is this part of your job, making sure the guests are satisfied in every way?”
He laughed, a deep, sensual sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I take great pride in my work, but this is purely personal. I wanted to see you, to get to know you better.”
I felt a surge of boldness, fueled by the moonlit atmosphere and the promise of adventure. “And what do you hope to discover, Martin?”
He took a step closer, his body now mere inches from mine. “I want to explore your desires, Sharon. I want to pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced before.”
His words were like a match to the kindling of my desire. I knew I shouldn’t be so forward, but something about Martin made me want to throw caution to the wind.
“And what makes you think I’d let you do that, Martin?” I asked, my voice laced with a challenge.
A mischievous smile played on his lips. “Because I can see the hunger in your eyes, Sharon. You want to be taken on a journey of pleasure, and I intend to be your guide.”
His confidence was intoxicating. I felt my resolve melting away, replaced by a raw, primal urge. I wanted to surrender to this man, to let him unleash the passions I had kept hidden for so long.
“Then show me, Martin,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Take me on that journey.”
Martin’s hands reached out, gently grasping my waist, and he pulled me close. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, a tangible reminder of the passion that was about to unfold.
“I want to taste you, Sharon,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. “I want to explore every inch of your body with my tongue.”
His words sent a wave of anticipation through me. I had always been a woman who enjoyed the art of seduction, and Martin’s approach was a perfect blend of boldness and sensuality.
“Then take what you want, Martin,” I said, my voice breathless. “I’m all yours.”
With that, he lowered me onto the soft grass, his strong hands caressing my body, exploring every curve and crevice. He kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine, igniting a fire within me. I could feel his desire, his need to possess me, and it only fueled my own hunger.
Martin’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. He unknotted my robe, revealing my naked body to the moonlight. I felt exposed yet empowered, knowing that this man desired me so intensely.
His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, inviting him to take more, to explore every inch of my skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Sharon,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
I moaned as his lips found my sensitive nipples, sucking and teasing them until I was writhing beneath him. His hands traveled down my body, caressing my thighs, inching closer to the core of my desire.
“Please, Martin,” I begged, my voice laced with desperation. “I need you.”
He smiled against my skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. “I’m going to make you beg for more, Sharon. I’m going to drive you wild.”
With that, he parted my thighs, his fingers gently brushing against my wetness. I was already soaked, my body yearning for his touch. He teased my clit, his fingers circling, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me insane.
“Oh, God, Martin,” I cried out, my hips thrusting against his hand. “Don’t stop, please.”
He chuckled, the sound filled with satisfaction. “I’m just getting started, my beautiful Sharon. I want to hear you scream my name.”
His fingers plunged into my wetness, filling me with a sensation that bordered on pain and pleasure. He thrust in and out, his pace increasing as my moans grew louder. I was on the brink of orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Martin, I’m going to…” I gasped, unable to finish my sentence as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Let go, Sharon,” he urged, his fingers working their magic. “Come for me.”
His words were the final push I needed. I arched my back, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I screamed his name, my voice echoing through the night, a testament to the pleasure he had unleashed.
Martin didn’t stop, continuing to stroke and tease me through the waves of my climax. I was lost in a sea of sensations, my body quivering with aftershocks. When I finally came down from my peak, I was left breathless and utterly satisfied.
Martin leaned over me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, Sharon. I plan to make your stay here unforgettable.”
I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me, Martin.”
He kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine. “The night is young, and so are our desires. Let’s explore them together.”
As we lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, I knew this vacation would be unlike any other. Martin had ignited a flame within me, and I was eager to see where this journey of pleasure would take us next.
The moonlit garden had become our playground, and I couldn’t wait to discover what the rest of The Royal Chateaux had in store for us. This was just the beginning of an erotic adventure that would push the boundaries of my desires and leave me forever changed.
Erotic Pie Throwing
To many people tossing pies at a pretty lady would not be an erotic experience, it would be more comical than sexy, but to ones into wet and messy, or WAM for short, it can be very sexy. This isn’t a mainstream fetish, but there are absolutely guys that fantasize about tossing pies or cakes at ladies. They watch videos of women sitting in pies or cakes, pouring custard over themselves, or bowls of oatmeal. Some of the conversations I’ve had with guys into this fetish are comical. Some into this are also into the quicksand fetish, there is some crossover of guys into both.
They tend to have encyclopedic knowledge of movies and t.v. shows that have scenes of food fights, pie fights, or scenes that turn them on with the topic at hand in them. Many Three Stooges shorts had pies getting tossed around in them into the faces of pretty, well dressed ladies. One man and I had a conversation about an episode of Three’s Company many into pie tossing fetish will be familiar with. The episode where Jack enters a pie into a baking contest, but Chrissy eats the pie, so the girls have Mrs. Roper replace the pie with a bakery pie, but of course it’s made by the baker who’s one of the judges of the pie contest. Hilarity and pie tossing ensues at the contest. One of my favorite series ever.
A cam girl I wrote for years ago told me about the custom videos she shoots for men into this wet and messy fetish and what fun they were to produce. Would you like to discuss your interest in pie tossing, or wet and messy? I find it fun and lighthearted and genuinely enjoy talking about it. We can talk about all kinds of food fun together.
Coronavirus Phone Sex Special – Masturbation in Lock Down
In these trying times of global pandemics and the Coronavirus, I realize you may be stressed. Orgasms are great for stress release as we all know. It may be difficult to get some “me time” if you are in self isolation with loved ones. Kids home from school, wifey keeping a watchful eye, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. You likely grew up masturbating on the sly as well, trying to keep away from mom’s watchful eye, so it’s nothing new to rub out a quick one. I am still taking calls normally during this crisis. I am lucky I work from home to begin with, so I am no more isolated than usual.
I want to help make your balls as empty as the store shelves, lol. In these dark and uncertain times, it can be comforting to know that some things are a constant. I am one of them. I have been pleasing men for nearly twelve years now as a phone sex operator and am happy to hear from not only my existing clients, but new ones as well. Some callers have managed to get privacy once all are asleep under their roof, others have snuck out to their car and driven to some secluded parking lot for that much needed break.
For new callers I will offer a one time introductory buy ten minutes get five free special I will honor for the rest of this year. I certainly hope this virus will be history long before then, but I will keep it active. This is for new callers that have never called before only, and only valid for your first call, you buy ten minutes, you will get five free minutes on top of that. You must mention this special when calling for the bonus.
Being in lock down is difficult for many people, not everyone is a natural hermit like some of us and it really bothers them to be isolated from others. I may not be there in body, but I can be right on the other end of the phone. I do hope to help some of you through this most difficult time. Be well.
Sharon
Smell These Feet
Most people do not want smelly feet, what they need is to be hooked up to a guy that is into this fetish. Some guys are crazy for smelly feet. One caller used to tell me how he’d actually comb garage sales for worn bedroom slippers. I don’t know if he was telling the truth or not, but he loved smelly feet to be even thinking of such things. Running them under their nose alone will get these guys hard. Tradesmen have said how when in the homes doing jobs, they will sneak off to closets to find shoes in to sniff. Kind of risky to do such things, but they can’t stop themselves.
So women’s smelly feet and shoes drive you to do risky things like this? Does it make your cock hard to have a lady run her toes and feet all over your face? Foot worship is a real thing. Foot fetish has so many different aspects to it, smelling feet is just one of them. Others only want foot jobs, some are into tickling and foot stockades. Foot jobs can be fun, I’d like to talk about giving you one, or you tickling my feet, or just having you suck my toes and licking my feet.
Personally, I go barefoot all the time I am at home. I do not like wearing anything on my feet, so they have spread and gotten pretty big. I’m only five two, but wear a ten or an eleven in a boot and have very wide feet. Some have said they love my big feet, lol. There’s more of them to love and worship and to smell! Some like to buy socks the lady has worn, I can do that if you desire. So far I’ve only had men ask to buy panties, but footwear is also available. I don’t really wear socks, but the glamorous nylon knee highs, lol. For ones that are not familiar with what knee highs are, they are like socks, but made of panty hose, so panty hose that are only knee high. Perfect for wearing with pants or long skirts or dresses. Imagine me wearing them all day for twelve or thirteen hours, walking around in them and then putting them in a Ziploc bag for you to then enjoy. Smell my feet, you foot pervert!
The Lady in the Quicksand
Jonathan had gone out to the lake for the weekend alone with his camping gear. He just wanted some time to himself, maybe get a little fishing in. He had a peaceful first night and was going to go for a hike in the morning. He got up, cooked his breakfast and started out on his hike after eating. He saw a couple of other tents, so he knew some other campers were out in the same general area. He walked for a couple of hours and heard some struggling and walked towards it to see what the issue was.
He then heard a woman begging and pleading for help, but there was no one but him around to hear her. When he got closer and looked, it appeared she’d fallen into a pit of quicksand and was frantically struggling to reach the edge or the pit to pull her self out by grasping at the long grass that was along the edge. She was really struggling and finally she spotted him staring, yet not moving to help her. He did not feel inclined to help her, but he did feel an unexpected wave of desire wash over him. He’d not masturbated in weeks, he’d just been too busy with things, yet now in this moment the urge was incredible.
He unzipped his jeans and took out his cock and began to masturbate as she struggled and called for help, pleading for him to find a stick or anything to extend to her and pull her over to the edge with so he could save her. He could see she was tiring from her struggle and not moving as frantically. His cock was so rock hard in his hand as he stroked it watching her. She was yelling and crying and still he did nothing but pump his fist up and down his shaft watching her sink. He did not know why watching the lady sink in quicksand was arousing him this way and he felt on some level he should rescue her, yet he did not. She was up to her ears, her head turned up so her nose and mouth was free of the quicksand to breathe from. His balls filled with cum and then he saw her sink deeper so her mouth was covered and only her tiny nose peeked out of the surface of the quicksand. He knew she was not long for this world. He continued to stroke his cock. He walked closer to the edge of the pit and saw her go under. His jets of cum shot out onto the surface of the quicksand where only a few seconds before she’d been visible. Now there was nothing. Not so much as a bubble coming up to the surface. He zipped up his pants and continued on his hike. Never to tell anyone of his experience.
