Sharon’s Sensual Journey at the Happy Dragon Spa
I had heard whispers about the Happy Dragon Spa from a few of my friends, their voices laced with excitement as they described the heavenly treatments they had received. I was intrigued, especially when they mentioned the talented masseurs and the promise of ultimate satisfaction. So, when I found myself with a free afternoon in the city, I decided to pay the spa a visit. Chinatown was bustling as always, with its vibrant energy and the aroma of delicious food filling the air. I weaved through the crowded streets, the sounds of lively chatter and clinking chopsticks guiding me towards my destination.
The Happy Dragon Spa was nestled in a cozy corner, its red and gold sign inviting me in. Stepping inside, I was greeted by a soothing ambiance—soft lighting, the gentle trickle of a water fountain, and the calming scent of incense. A petite Chinese woman with a warm smile and kind eyes approached me. She introduced herself as Li, and I instantly felt at ease in her presence. Her dark eyes sparkled with wisdom, and her black hair, neatly tied back, framed her youthful face. I later learned that Li was 57 years old, but her spirit and energy made her seem ageless.
“Welcome to the Happy Dragon Spa, Sharon,” Li said, her voice like silk. “How may I help you relax today?”
I explained that I had heard wonderful things about the spa and wanted to treat myself to a massage. Li nodded enthusiastically and suggested a foot massage to start, assuring me it would melt away any tension. I agreed, and she led me to a private room, the walls adorned with intricate Chinese paintings. The room was dimly lit, with a cozy massage table in the center and soft music playing in the background.
Li instructed me to lie down and made sure I was comfortable. Her touch was gentle as she began to massage my feet, her skilled hands working their magic. I sighed contentedly, feeling the stress of the day melt away under her expert care. Li’s fingers danced across my soles, applying just the right amount of pressure. She used a soothing lotion that left my skin feeling silky smooth.
“You have beautiful feet, Sharon,” Li complimented, her voice soft and husky. “I can tell you take good care of yourself.”
I blushed at her words, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through my body. Li’s touch was not only relaxing but also incredibly sensual. As she massaged my feet, I felt a tingling sensation between my legs, a subtle arousal I couldn’t quite explain.
“Have you ever tried a Yoni massage, Sharon?” Li asked, her dark eyes meeting mine.
I shook my head, feeling a little embarrassed. I had no idea what a Yoni massage was, but the way Li said it made my cheeks flush even more.
“It’s a special kind of massage, a very intimate one,” Li explained, her voice low and seductive. “It focuses on the Yoni, the sacred space between a woman’s thighs.”
My curiosity piqued, and I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. I had never heard of such a massage, but Li’s description intrigued me.
“I’d like to try it,” I heard myself say, my voice surprisingly steady.
Li smiled, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Wonderful, Sharon. I promise you won’t regret it. Just relax and let me guide you through this sensual journey.”
I nodded, my heart racing as Li instructed me to remove my robe and lie down on the table. I felt exposed, lying there naked, but Li’s presence was reassuring. She dimmed the lights further, creating an intimate atmosphere. Soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow on her face as she approached the table.
Li began by gently caressing my thighs, her touch feather-light. Her fingers traced patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my body respond to her touch, my nipples hardening, and my breath quickening. Li’s hands slowly ventured higher, her fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I let out a soft moan, unable to suppress my growing desire.
“Your body is so responsive, Sharon,” Li whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Let me explore this beautiful temple of yours.”
I felt Li’s fingers gently part my thighs, and my heart pounded in anticipation. Her touch was delicate as she brushed against my most intimate folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through my core. I gasped, my body arching slightly as Li’s fingers glided over my clitoris, sending sparks of sensation throughout my being.
“You’re so wet, Sharon,” Li murmured, her voice filled with admiration. “Your Yoni is eager for my touch.”
I could barely form words, my mind clouded with pleasure. Li’s fingers continued their exploration, dipping into my warmth, stroking and circling my sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt my hips involuntarily thrust upwards, seeking more of her touch. Li’s fingers delved deeper, her thumb applying just the right pressure on my swollen bud.
“Oh, Li…” I breathed, my voice hoarse with desire. “That feels incredible.”
Li chuckled softly, the sound sending vibrations through my body. “We’re just getting started, my dear. Let me show you the true power of the Yoni massage.”
With that, Li positioned herself between my legs, her dark eyes fixed on my pleasure-filled face. She leaned forward, her breath caressing my sensitive skin as she kissed the inside of my thighs, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. I squirmed beneath her, my body yearning for more.
Li’s lips found my throbbing clit, and she began to kiss and suckle it gently. Her tongue flicked and teased, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles turning white as I tried to anchor myself amidst the overwhelming sensations. Li’s mouth was a skilled instrument, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy and then pulling back, only to push me higher again.
“Please, Li… don’t stop,” I pleaded, my voice desperate.
Li’s response was to increase the intensity of her oral assault. Her tongue danced and swirled, her lips sucking and nibbling, driving me wild with desire. I felt my body coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring ready to unleash its energy. Li’s fingers joined the dance, slipping inside me, finding the sweet spot that sent me spiraling towards the edge.
“Oh my God, I’m going to…” I gasped, my words lost in a torrent of pleasure.
My body convulsed as the orgasm hit, a mind-blowing explosion of sensations. Li’s mouth and fingers continued their relentless assault, milking every last drop of pleasure from my trembling body. I cried out, my voice echoing in the dimly lit room as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
Li slowly pulled away, her dark eyes glowing with satisfaction. She wiped her lips, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “That was just the beginning, Sharon. There’s so much more pleasure to explore.”
I lay there, breathless and utterly sated, my body tingling from the aftermath of the powerful climax. I had never experienced anything like it, and I wanted more.
“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this,” I said, my voice still shaky. “I feel like I’ve discovered a whole new world.”
Li chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling. “The Yoni massage is a powerful tool for unlocking a woman’s pleasure. It’s an ancient art, passed down through generations, and I’m honored to share it with you.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, my body still buzzing with energy. “I want to learn more, Li. Can you teach me?”
Li’s smile widened, and she nodded, her dark eyes filled with mischief. “Of course, my dear. But first, let’s take a short break. I have a feeling you’ll need your strength for what’s to come.”
I couldn’t help but wonder what other delights Li had in store for me. The thought of exploring more of this ancient art with her was exhilarating. I lay back, my mind swirling with anticipation, as Li left the room to prepare for the next chapter of my sensual journey at the Happy Dragon Spa.
Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a transformative experience that would forever change the way I viewed pleasure and my own body.
A Medical Pleasure
Sharon stepped into the familiar surroundings of Cul-de-sac Medical, a medical building that housed various practices, from dental to dermatology. It was time for her annual gynecological check-up, a routine she had grown accustomed to over the years. But this time, there was a twist. A new doctor, a young and vibrant female physician, would be examining her.
As she entered the waiting room, Sharon couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in the atmosphere. The soft lighting and the gentle hum of soothing music created an ambiance that was more spa-like than clinical. She felt a tingle of anticipation as she approached the reception desk, her blonde locks cascading over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face.
“Welcome, Ms. Sharon. You must be here for your appointment with Dr. Emily,” the receptionist said with a warm smile. Her voice was gentle, almost seductive, as if she were inviting Sharon to a secret pleasure chamber rather than a medical exam.
Sharon nodded, feeling a slight flush on her cheeks. “Yes, that’s right. I believe she’s new to the practice?”
“Indeed. Dr. Emily is a recent addition to our team, and she’s already making quite an impression. Please take a seat, and she’ll be with you shortly.”
Sharon took a seat, her heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. She had always been a sophisticated and sexy woman, embracing her adventurous side whenever the opportunity arose. And today, she had a feeling this routine check-up would be anything but routine.
After a brief wait, a door opened, and a stunning figure emerged. Dr. Emily was a vision of modern femininity. Her long, dark hair framed her delicate features, and her white lab coat accentuated her slender figure. She exuded confidence and a subtle air of authority.
“Ms. Sharon, right on time. I’m Dr. Emily. Please, follow me to the examination room.” Her voice was soft yet commanding, and Sharon found herself entranced as she rose to follow the doctor.
The examination room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. Soft music played in the background, a sensual melody that seemed to caress the air. Sharon felt a shiver run down her spine as she took in the surroundings. This was not your typical sterile, white-walled medical room.
“Please, make yourself comfortable on the examination table,” Dr. Emily instructed, her voice carrying a hint of a purr. “Today, we’ll be doing a thorough check-up, and I’d like to discuss some aspects of your sexual health as well.”
Sharon’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of her sexual health. She had not expected this direction, but she was intrigued nonetheless. She climbed onto the table, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Dr. Emily approached, her movements graceful and deliberate. She adjusted the stirrups, positioning Sharon’s legs comfortably. “Now, I understand you’re sexually active. How often do you engage in self-pleasure, Ms. Sharon?” Her question was direct, yet there was a hint of playfulness in her tone.
Sharon felt her cheeks warm, but she answered honestly. “I… I do indulge in self-pleasure from time to time. It’s a… a way to relax and explore my own desires.”
“Excellent! And do you use any toys or accessories to enhance your pleasure?” Dr. Emily’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Well, yes, I have a few… toys,” Sharon admitted, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought.
“Wonderful! You see, Ms. Sharon, I was recently given a box of what we like to call ‘wellness accessories’ to distribute to select patients. They are designed to enhance sexual pleasure and promote overall well-being. I believe you would greatly benefit from one of these devices.”
Sharon’s breath caught in her throat. She had never heard of such a thing, but the idea of a ‘wellness accessory’ intrigued her. “What… what kind of device are we talking about, Doctor?”
With a smile that hinted at hidden pleasures, Dr. Emily reached into a drawer and withdrew a sleek, black box. She placed it on the table and opened it, revealing a beautifully crafted sex toy. It was unlike anything Sharon had seen before—a work of art in itself.
“This, Ms. Sharon, is a state-of-the-art vibrator, designed specifically to stimulate the G-spot and clitoris simultaneously. It’s not just a toy; it’s a medical device engineered to bring women to the most intense orgasms they’ve ever experienced.”
Sharon’s eyes widened as she took in the device. It was elegant, with a smooth, curved shaft and a smaller, bulbous attachment for clitoral stimulation. She felt a rush of warmth between her thighs, imagining the sensations it could evoke.
“I… I’ve never used anything like this before,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
“Then it’s time you did,” Dr. Emily said, her voice low and sultry. “I’d like to demonstrate its effectiveness on you, if you’re willing.”
Sharon’s heart was pounding, and she could feel her pussy growing wet with anticipation. “Yes… yes, I’d like that very much.”
Dr. Emily’s fingers deftly undid the buttons of Sharon’s blouse, revealing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts. She gently caressed Sharon’s skin, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. “Relax, Ms. Sharon. This is all about your pleasure.”
Sharon let out a soft moan as the doctor’s hands worked their magic, her fingers unhooking the bra and freeing her breasts. Dr. Emily’s touch was gentle yet firm, and she took her time exploring Sharon’s body, caressing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
“You have a beautiful body, Ms. Sharon. Now, let’s see how this device can enhance your pleasure.” With that, she positioned the vibrator at the entrance of Sharon’s pussy, teasing her with the smooth, cool surface.
As the vibrator made contact with her sensitive flesh, Sharon gasped. The device was already sending ripples of pleasure through her body, and it hadn’t even been turned on yet. Dr. Emily’s fingers found the controls, and with a soft click, the vibrator sprang to life.
The sensations were unlike anything Sharon had ever experienced. The powerful vibrations coursed through her, targeting her G-spot with precision. At the same time, the clitoral stimulator teased her sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
“Oh… oh my!” Sharon exclaimed, her body arching off the table.
“That’s it, Ms. Sharon. Let yourself go. I want to see you climax,” Dr. Emily encouraged, her voice thick with arousal.
Sharon was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. The vibrator worked its magic, and her body responded with an intensity she had never known. Her pussy clenched around the device, and her juices flowed freely, coating the vibrator with her essence.
“Yes… yes, I’m going to cum!” she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw.
Dr. Emily’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Sharon’s body convulse in orgasm. She maintained the vibrations, keeping Sharon on the edge, prolonging her pleasure.
Sharon’s climax was explosive. Her body shook, and she cried out, her hands gripping the edges of the table. It was as if every nerve in her body was alive with sensation, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive, so consumed by pleasure.
Slowly, the waves of ecstasy subsided, and Sharon lay panting on the table, her body spent but satisfied. Dr. Emily turned off the vibrator and gently removed it, placing it back in its box.
“That was… incredible,” Sharon managed to say, her voice breathless. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Ms. Sharon. This device is designed to bring women to the pinnacle of pleasure. And I must say, witnessing your orgasm was a pleasure in itself.” Dr. Emily’s voice was husky, and Sharon couldn’t help but wonder if the doctor derived a certain satisfaction from giving her patients such intense pleasure.
“I… I’d like to take this device home with me, if that’s possible,” Sharon said, her voice still shaky.
Dr. Emily smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Of course. I’ll make sure you have everything you need to continue your exploration at home. And remember, this is not just a toy; it’s a tool for your sexual wellness.”
Sharon nodded, her mind still reeling from the experience. She had never imagined that a routine check-up could lead to such an intense and satisfying sexual encounter. As she dressed and prepared to leave, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement, knowing that the ‘wellness accessory’ would be waiting for her at home, ready to bring her to new heights of pleasure.
As she walked out of Cul-de-sac Medical, Sharon couldn’t shake the feeling that this visit had been more than just a doctor’s appointment. It was a journey into a world of pleasure and discovery, and she couldn’t wait to explore it further. The memory of Dr. Emily’s skilled touch and the incredible orgasm she had experienced would stay with her, fueling her fantasies and desires for many nights to come.
I Phoned a Girl and I Liked It
The girl that helped bring me into the phone sex world was bisexual, and she and I had phone sex a few times. It’s a funny story, it happened many years ago before the internet even. I was shopping in a record store and saw this pretty girl in there quite a while looking at all these unusual records of sound effects and my curiosity got the better of me and I asked what she needed sound effects for and she looked around and said phone sex was her job.
I still didn’t know what sound effects had to do with phone sex, then she explained about spanking noises and all kinds of things and how some clients liked these noises being used on calls in the background! I laughed and said I had no idea, and she asked if I’d like to go get a coffee and talk, so I had nothing better to and went. She told me all about talking on the phone to masturbating men and what it’s like and I should give it a try. She gave me her number and told me to call her later that night.
I did call her up and I wasn’t expecting the conversation to go down the naughty road it did. She was talking to me like she would a client to show me what it’s like and all of a sudden I started to get turned on. She could hear it in my voice and breathing and we started masturbating together. It was very unexpected, but oh so very hot! So see guys, sometimes things really DO get hot for us phone girls! I bet you’d like to hear all about how she told me she’d lick my pussy if she was here with me, and the hot talk led to her helping me get in at the company she took calls from and we’d play once in a while as well, so it’s all worked out quite well.
Mid Life Carpet Munchers
I had always harbored same sex fantasies, but never acted on them or had an opportunity to even if I wanted to. When I was in my late thirties and my husband left me for a younger woman, I was sadly then in the same boat as several of my female friends. Middle aged, divorced, and alone. I still had needs, wants, desires. I didn’t have tons of men beating down my door, and one night I was commiserating with a good friend of mine that had been through the same thing as I was going through, and one night we started to talk about how much we missed sex and about some of our sexual fantasies.
I told her for years I’d had lesbian fantasies and thought of a woman going down on me when it was my husband and she giggled and said it was the same for her, many times she’d close her eyes and imagine another woman between her legs, not her husband. She too had not had an opportunity to play with another woman but was open to the idea if it came around. We’d had a few bottles of wine with dinner and I playfully reached over and kissed her and she kissed me back.
We were both a bit shocked at it, but it didn’t stop us and we continued and things went along, I was soon squeezing her breast and playing with her nipple. I could tell I was getting wet and I’d bet she was as well. She played the next move and slid her hand up my skirt and I could feel her fingers toying with the ever dampening crotch of my panties. My clit was stiff and wanted to be touched. I spread my legs wider to allow her access and she got the idea and slipped her hand into my panties.
I was slick with my own juices and she stroked my clit gently at first before speeding up her caresses until I was bucking against her hand and soon came from her touching me. I then wanted to return the favor and laid her back and stripped her down naked and I was soon kissing down her belly to get to her sopping wet cunt, which I soon had my face buried in. I licked and I sucked at her juicy pussy, and she smelled and tasted incredible.
Her fingers were in my hair, guiding my hungry mouth to just the right spots and I was lapping furiously at her cunt and I was soon rewarded with a face full of juice. I licked it all up and we were both left a sweaty, breathless mess. Covered in our own and each other’s wetness. We lay there in each other’s arms, half surprised, half embarrassed by our unexpected evening of passion. I think it’s good we revealed this to one another. We felt even closer as friends, and I’ve not a doubt we will have more passionate evenings like this one ahead of us very soon.
Best Friends
The whole time I was in school, I had a best friend and we were very close. A lot closer than anyone guessed. She was kind of adventuresome and naughty and she made me so, too! We had frequent sleepovers right until we finished high school and the things we did during those sleepovers, no one will ever know. I well recall her telling me and showing me, how to masturbate. I was shocked when she told me, but then she told me to watch her do it, then told me to and from that first time on, we masturbated a lot together. It’s hard to believe the things we did and my parents never suspected or found out. We’d be finger fucking each other and French kissing all night and they never had a clue.
She got a boyfriend before I did and she loved to tell me all the things they did sexually together, she told me in such explicit detail, I felt like I’d already done the deeds when I finally got a boyfriend of my own and I was able to put all this knowledge to practice when I got a guy. The first time she was gone down on, she loved it and wanted me to know what it was like as well and she wanted to do it to me, and I was a bit unsure. I mean, finger fucking and kissing was one thing, but she wanted to lick my pussy! I agreed and oh my God, I couldn’t believe it, I loved it even more than her fingers caressing me. I laid back nervously and opened my legs for her and she kissed the insides of my thighs and lightly opened my pussy lips with the tip of her tongue and teased my clit. She slid a couple of fingers inside my pussy and worked on my clit and sucked my inner lips. I put my hand on the back of her head and just pushed her face into my cunt and she hit just the right spot and drove me crazy. We had to always be careful and be quiet when we had our sleepovers so my parents didn’t hear any orgasmic screams of ecstasy coming from my bedroom as she licked my teenaged pussy and sucked on my clit until I came and came and came…
I of course returned the favor and had no problem telling a boy how I liked to be eaten out. It was funny, I directed him so much he said he’d think I’d had more experience than I claimed to. I truthfully said a boy had never gone down on me. LOL, I just didn’t let on that my best friend went down on me all the time! He’d likely have been so turned on if I told him that, but I didn’t let on anything. As we saw boys more, we didn’t play as much together, or have sleepovers as often, and after high school, we never did again, but it was fun for many years and we certainly had lots of fun together exploring each other and learning how to do this and that.
