Nuru Heat
Jessica took one last look in the mirror, adjusting a lock of hair and smoothing the delicate black lace of her bodysuit. It clung to her like a second skin, showcasing every curve. The fullness of her breasts, barely contained by the lace. The anticipation of meeting a new client left her nervous and excited. It would be his first Nuru massage.
Soft R&B hummed through the apartment, casting a sultry ambiance as a quiet knock came at the door. She opened it with a sweet smile. Standing before her was a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, his gaze dropping to the curve of her cleavage. He didn’t hesitate—he pulled her into a firm embrace, his body pressing close. She felt his arousal instantly, firm and eager.
They exchanged pleasantries, but the charged silence between their words was louder than anything they said. She guided him to the couch, but he wasted no time. His hands were already on her waist, and before she knew it, she was straddling his lap, their mouths locked in a deep, hungry kiss. Her lips teased his, biting gently, while his hands explored her curves with growing urgency. Her nipples ached with arousal, her panties damp with heat.
She pulled back, breathless. “Wait,” she whispered, lips brushing his. “Let me warm the Nuru… and you can freshen up.”
He nodded, his voice thick with desire. “Sure thing.”
She led him to the shower, her eyes lingering on him as he disappeared behind the shower curtain. Her body buzzed with anticipation. While he bathed, she warmed the slick Nuru gel and turned the lights low. Twinkling fairy lights cast a soft blue glow across the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, charged with anticipation.
Finally, he returned—wearing only a towel that clung to his hips, dripping water down his toned torso.
“Lie down,” she commanded gently, pulling the towel away and revealing him completely.
He settled onto the waterproof sheet, and Jessica climbed onto the bed, straddling him once again. Warm gel dripped from her hands, cascading down his back in slow, sensual rivulets. Jessica smiled to herself the gel between them creating an intimate, whole-body connection. Skin to skin. Heat to heat.
She let herself grind gently against his firm backside, her pussy gliding in rhythm, teasing him with the promise of more. Slipping between his legs, she caressed his balls with tender fingers, his body arching in response. When she reached for his cock, it pulsed in her hand—thick, hot, and already aching.
“Please,” he growled. “Let me turn over.”
With a breathy laugh, she granted his wish. He flipped onto his back, his erection standing proud between them. She poured more gel down his chest, then lowered herself to sit on him, the head of his cock pressing into the softness of her cheeks. Their eyes locked as she leaned in for a kiss.
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His touch sent shivers down her spine as his hands massaged her breasts making her nipples rock hard. Breaking the kiss Jessica slid down his torso and squeezed his thick throbbing member between her soft breasts. He thrusted his cock up and down, breathing heavy with anticipation.
Jessica slid his cock between her full lips. Swirling her tongue around the tip before swallowing him whole. She was surprised by how much harder he got. As if he would explode right in her mouth. She sucked hard and fast, feeling his cock all the way to the back of her throat. She heard him mutter “fuck!”
Jessica sucked him long and hard. Spitting on his cock between gasps for air. She could tell her technique was driving him crazy and turned it up a notch by cupping and playing with his balls. Keeping eye contact as she continued to pleasure him orally.
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“Fuck,” he gasped. “I’m gonna…”
Before he could finish, she reached for the condom, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. She slid it on with practiced grace and climbed atop him once more. Slowly, she sank down, inch by inch, until he was buried inside her, her body tight and hot around him. He grabbed her hips and thrust deep, and together they moved—slow, intense, consuming.
Jessica closed her eyes and lost herself in the rhythm, in the slick, sweet friction of bodies sliding, thrusting, melting into each other.
Jessica moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, savoring the way he filled her so completely. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm, his fingers digging into her flesh with desperate need. She leaned back slightly, giving him a view of her breasts bouncing with every movement, nipples glistening with Nuru gel and arousal.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around her lower back and capturing one of her nipples between his lips. She gasped at the heat of his mouth, the flick of his tongue sending pulses of pleasure straight to her core. She rode him harder now, faster, her thighs trembling with effort and desire.
“God, Jessica…” he groaned into her chest. “You feel unreal.”
She smiled breathlessly and pushed him gently back down onto the bed. Taking control again, she placed her hands on his chest and began to grind against him, her pace teasing and torturous. The slippery gel made every thrust smoother, more electric. She could feel him throb deep inside her, every pulse stoking the fire building low in her belly.
He reached up to touch her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip as she rolled her hips in tighter, more frantic circles. “Ride me… just like that,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.
She obeyed, hips crashing down harder, faster, the slapping sound of their bodies mixing with moans and gasps. Her climax began to build—tight, insistent, glowing just beneath her skin.
She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “I’m so close…”
“So am I,” he growled, thrusting up into her with urgent need.
Her orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through her in trembling ripples. She cried out, her walls clenching tight around him, milking him for every delicious second. That was all it took. He grunted, hands locked on her hips as he pulsed inside the condom, releasing with a guttural moan.
For a moment, they were both still, lost in the aftermath—heaving breaths, sweat-slicked skin, tangled limbs and the warm scent of sex in the air.
Jessica slowly collapsed onto his chest, her cheek against his shoulder, their hearts pounding in sync.
“That,” he said between breaths, “was beyond anything I expected.”
She chuckled softly and kissed the side of his neck. “That… was just the beginning.”
Temptation in Toronto
By Jessica Steele & Mr. D
Beneath the cold, clear Toronto moon of November, Jess waited for Dave, her friend from the States. They'd seen each other many times, as client and provider. Dave often commented on Jess and her great taste in music. Jess liked that Dave was a complete dork, yet somehow confident.
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After a few dates, the fires of lust had turned to embers, but the embers had never truly gone out. They remained friends, talked movies, and commented on great places to travel.
This was their first time hanging out.
"No funny business," said Jess, with a smile. "I'm off the clock."
"None. Nope. Promised. Easy." said Dave. "But it's starting to rain and the restaurant is booked solid."
"My place isn't far from here. Let's dry off, warm up with some tea, and figure out plan B," she said. Holding hands, they rushed to her apartment.
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Once there, Dave removed his jacket and ball cap, Jess her long winter coat.
"Are you sure you can resist me?" she asked? She playfully caressed her breasts within her blouse with a reveal of black lace at the cleavage. She winked.
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"Well, I think so, but don't make it hard for me to resist," Dave said, scanning the tea bags and mugs.
"Hard how? Like if I did this?" she lifted her skirt to show that perfect triangle of lace panties. "Or this?" She slid her hands beneath her undies, rubbing them just beyond her warm, wet pussy lips. She slowly moved toward Dave, placing her fingers in his mouth.
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Dave’s lips closed around her fingers, tasting her, his eyes locking with hers. He groaned low in his throat, hands gripping the edge of the counter as though it was the only thing keeping him from losing control.
“Jess…” he whispered, her name heavy with warning and desire all at once.
She smiled, naughtily. “You’re supposed to be resisting, remember?”
He laughed breathlessly, pulling her closer by the hips. “Yeah, I’m failing miserably.”
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Jess climbed onto the counter, spreading her thighs slowly, the fabric of her lace panties damp and clinging. Dave slid his hands along her thighs, savoring every inch he touched. She shivered under his touch, leaning back on her elbows, daring him.
When he pressed his lips to her inner thigh, she gasped, arching into him.
“I knew you couldn’t resist,” she teased, voice breaking into a moan as his tongue traced higher.
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“Blame the rain,” he murmured against her skin. “Blame Toronto. Blame you.”
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Jess laughed, then melted into him as he pulled her panties aside, tasting her properly now. The tea sat forgotten on the counter as her thighs tightened around his shoulders, her cries echoing in the small apartment.
When he finally rose, mouth glistening, she tugged at his belt with eager fingers. He kissed her hard, their bodies pressing together, heat consuming the November chill outside.
Jess kissed him back, her full lips slow and lingering, tasting herself on his tongue. Their breaths mingled, ragged and hungry. She slid off the counter and pressed against him, her body warm and pliant against the firmness of his.
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“Still resisting?” she asked softly, brushing her lips along the curve of his neck.
Dave chuckled, his hands resting lightly at her waist. “I think I lasted longer than anyone would’ve expected.”
She tilted her head, pretending to consider. “True. But I wasn’t exactly making it easy for you.”
Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, fingertips grazing over his skin, savoring the way his muscles tightened beneath her touch.
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He drew in a sharp breath, pulling her tighter, but stopped short of losing himself. “Jess…” His voice was low, almost pleading.
She smiled at that restraint. “I like when you hold back,” she whispered.
Her words hung between them, electric, as she guided him toward the couch. The rain outside tapped at the windows. She curled into him, straddling his lap but keeping just enough distance to make him ache. Her hips shifted slowly, her lace pressing against his aroused member through his jeans.
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“Plan B,” she murmured against his ear. “Tea can wait.”
Dave groaned, tilting his head back as her tongue traced his neck. His hands roamed up her thighs but never pushed further—just enough to tease, to answer her game with his own restraint.
“God, Jess,” he muttered, smiling despite himself. “You really do love to test me.”
“And you really do love to fail.” Her laugh was soft and wicked.
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Jess rocked her hips slowly, her lace sliding against the hard ridge of him, the friction sending sparks through her body. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “You feel what you’re doing to me?” she whispered, breathless.
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Dave’s hands finally wandered higher, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. His thumbs teased her nipples, making her arch against him. “You’re impossible to resist,” he murmured, kissing the side of her neck, tasting the warmth of her skin.
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She reached between them, guiding his hand down, over her stomach, beneath the band of her panties. The first brush of his fingers against her wetness made her shiver.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her head falling back, lips parted as the rain outside grew heavier.
His touch was slow, deliberate, circling her, dipping just enough to make her moan. She rolled her hips in time with his fingers, pressing herself against him, her body begging without words.
“Look at me,” he said softly. She met his gaze, flushed and the intensity there made her heart skip.
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The tension built, winding tighter with every stroke, every stolen kiss. She clutched his shoulders, hips moving faster, until her breath caught in a sharp gasp. Her release came in waves—soft, shuddering, drawn out—her moans muffled against his lips as he kissed her through it.
When her body finally stilled, she melted into him, resting her forehead against his. Their breaths were uneven, the city around them forgotten.
“Still think we’re off the clock?” Dave teased gently, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead.
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Jess smiled lazily, curling closer into his chest. “With you,” she whispered, “I don’t think there’s ever really a clock.”
She lingered against his chest a while longer before sliding off the couch. She kneeled in between his legs and got to unbuckling his belt.
“I don’t think it’s fair that I have all the fun”, she teased as she slowly unzipped his pants. Her hands took hold of his member and she stroked him slowly while making eye contact.
Jess finally took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down furiously. Dave moaned in pure ecstasy each time he hit the back of her throat. He gently began to guide her head as he thrusted into her wet open mouth. Saliva escaped her lips as she gagged on his hard and throbbing cock.
Dave couldn’t resist anymore. He exploded into her mouth with a strangled gasp. She savoured his release by sucking until she got every last drop. He could barely think clearly as he sat back, eyes closed, breath ragged.
“Welcome back to Toronto,” she smiled wickedly.