“I hate you, you know that!?” you half-yell, trying to get over the sound of your own laughter as you close the door of your apartment behind me. “Yeah, yeah.” I throw back at you over my shoulder as I look around the place, checking random doors. “You can say that as many times as…
   I had been to see Rebecca twice now for a Tantric massage lasting an hour. Rebecca always wore a white uniform she had shoulder length hair a very pretty face and a nice body. The massage started with me face down naked as she massaged each limb in turn with oil. She then asked…
Published 13 years ago My name is Eva, and I’m a stressed out workaholic. I grew up in suburban San Diego but moved to Los Angeles with the idea that being in a bigger, more bustling city would introduce me to more people and give me a more ‘active’ lifestyle. Unfortunately, in the 3 years…