It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Home Visit: An Erotic Massage Story.

 

Check out the summary:

Once she walks into her client’s bedroom, everything changes.

There’s something inherently intimate about performing a massage in someone else’s home–something Luna hasn’t thought about until the spa she works for launches its mobile services. It turns out one of Luna’s clients–one of her regulars, in fact–suggested it in an exit survey. That started the whole adventure.

Now, Luna finds herself parking her car at the top of another long driveway. It’s a Thursday afternoon, and this client–Kenley Pallaway–is the last appointment of her day. Luna’s longing for a quick Friday and a restful weekend is only matched by the increasing pressure she feels on her bank account. Even with the increase in rates and appointments, she still has a lot of student loans to pay off. If she doesn’t pay off more than just the interest payments, she’ll still be working on it at fifty.

Kenley plans for the massage to happen in the bedroom, even though she has a professional massage table available to use, but it isn’t long before things go from the table to the bed. Luna’s world is rocked as her professionalism slips for the first time.

If you enjoy erotic stories of massage and massage therapists, you’ll love Home Visit.

 

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I want to give a huge thanks to everyone on my Launch Team, who are invaluable for their feedback. And of course, thank you to my readers for all your support. I owe everything to my readers and their continual patronage.

If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.

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Home Visit: An Erotic Massage Story

(sample)

There was something inherently intimate about performing a massage in someone else’s home–something Luna hadn’t thought about until the spa she worked for launched its mobile services. It turned out one of Luna’s clients–one of her regulars, in fact–had suggested it in an exit survey. That started the whole adventure.

  It made sense to Luna. There had been countless clients who brought it up to her, even going as far as suggesting that Luna would make quite a bit more money if she fulfilled mobile appointments, but nobody mentioned it to the company until recently. She’d thought about it, but of course she’d never do them on her own. They had to be under the company’s umbrella.

  The opportunity to charge a higher rate for the same kind of services she already provided was appealing, and the spa’s willingness to expand its reach gave a nice boost to her bank account. After she’d learned to set a limit on how far she’d drive from the spa, Luna found herself flush with orders from women and men alike, who, while not having the time to drive to the spa, were desperate to bring a little bit of stress relief into their homes.

  Now, Luna found herself parking her car at the top of another long driveway. Every inch of her was filled with a tension she couldn’t ignore, but it was hard to tell if the stress was work-related or tied up in a larger sense of dissatisfaction.

  The stress from her increased workload was tying her in knots, sure, but her romantic life wasn’t doing her any favors, either. Her date from two weeks ago had left her with nothing to work with, and the date after that, Luna found that her own “self-help” wasn’t enough. She needed to get laid–and soon.

  First, though, came business. Luna stared up at the two story, picket-fence home with no malice, just a bit of boredom. It was a Thursday afternoon, and this client–Kenley Pallaway–was the last appointment of her day. Luna’s longing for a quick Friday and a restful weekend was only matched by the increasing pressure she felt on her bank account. Even with the increase in rates and appointments, she still had a lot of student loans to pay off. If she didn’t pay off more than just the interest payments, she’d still be working on it at fifty.

  Luna stepped out of her car and, after brushing the dust from her pants, began to make her way up to the Pallaway’s front porch. She only had to knock twice before the door swung open.

  Kenley looked the part of a massage client. Her hair was pulled up, she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and it looked like she’d just exited the shower. Luna loved when clients showered right before, for obvious reasons. It made the experience more enjoyable for everyone. Kenley wore a university T-shirt that fit so snugly that it made the two letters over each of her breasts bulge out a little. Luna caught herself staring and swallowed as she forced her eyes upward.

  “I’m so sorry,” Kenley–or, at least, Luna assumed it was Kenley–said, motioning Luna inside. “You’re Luna, right? I lost track of time. I thought I had another half hour. Come in, please.”

  Kenley entered the home with the normal hesitancy she always had when walking in with a stranger. She’d never had a bad experience with an in-home client, but it never hurt to be aware of her surroundings.

  “So,” Luna said, eager to fill the silence, “are you looking forward to your massage?”

  “God, yes.” Kenley let out a quiet laugh. “I haven’t had a day off since my divorce. I’ll bet my knots have knots at this point.”

  Luna let out a deep breath. It didn’t matter that she caught herself staring at the line of Kenley’s back as they walked through the living room. She was a massage therapist, she reminded herself. It was natural to study her client’s body. That was part of her job.

(end of sample)

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• Amazon: USA / UK / CAN / AUS / DEU / FRA 
• Smashwords
• Barnes and Noble
• iBooks/Apple
• Kobo
• Thalia
• Goodreads