This week it is my pleasure to review a story by a new author to RSVP. Here is:
by Wanda45
Jan, heroine returns to her hotel room after a long hard days work. She is tired, dirty and has aching feet. She is in need of some rest, a drink and a change of clothes. She undresses, initially for comfort more than anything else. When she is naked she lies on the bed and allows her body to cool down and relax.
After a while she decides she needs a drink, a hot bath and perhaps a massage. She wonders about the massage for a while, knowing that the hotel probably offered such a service but not knowing if the masseur would be male or female. Tired as she was she did not feel like being alone with a male masseur who was straight and who might conceivably try it on with her but at the same time she could not bear the thought of a gay male who would try to chat her up in the way that only a gay male might. What she wanted was a woman who would simply visit her in her room and get on with the job and give her a good massage without any bother.
Jan gets up from the bed and walks around the room for a moment, feeling different without her clothes and shoes, quietly excited in a strange room. A good gin and tonic with ice and lemon from the rooms minibar helps to clear her head.
The hotel directory gives her the number of the in house masseur without indicating if it is male or female. Fortified by the gin and tonic she dials the number anyway and gets Amanda who gives her a price for an hours massage and tells her she can be there in twenty minutes if that is ok. Our heroine agrees, says she will have a quick bath and will see Amanda in twenty minutes.
Once in the bath she submerges and allows her body to relax further. With half a good sized gin and tonic inside her she is feeling much better already. Now the anticipation of what Amanda will be like adding to her growing sense of excitement she lets the bathwater take her worries away along with the remainder of her makeup and the grime of the day. When she is done she pulls the plug and lets the water drain away from around her until the bath is empty. The feeling of getting rid of a load of rubbish is terrific.
Then she gets out and dries herself carefully, using the hotels dryer for her hair. She looks at herself critically in a full length mirror, telling herself that she still looks good even at age 33. It is at this point that she reasserts her sexuality in the way in which she relates to it most easily. It is almost as if she has to reassure herself in this way.
Still turned on by her recent bath she decides to wear the just hotel robe instead of getting properly dressed while she waits for the masseur to arrive. When she does so Jan is pleasantly surprised to see an attractive woman of about thirty who introduces herself as Amanda.
They decide where to put the massage table and Amanda sets it up, covers it with towels and invites Jan to lie on it. The scene is set then for what will ultimately be both an invigorating and ultimately a relaxing time for them both with Amanda proceeding with a very much standard massage procedure to begin with before going onto one of a more personal nature. Jan dreams while the massage is in progress, going over old times in her head. She considers the pros and cons of lesbianism and comes to terms with her reservations about it. All the while Amanda gets closer and closer to that inevitable point of no return. Until that moment she’d lain face down on the table; now, when Amanda suggests turning over in order for the massage to be continued on her front she does so with an apparent reluctance. Suddenly she feels more naked than she has ever done in her life. She tells Amanda how she feels and Amanda immediately offers to undress as well. so that she won’t feel alone.
Amanda undresses quickly, they compliment each other, then kiss and the tale goes on swiftly from there, the massaging coming to an early end when sexual urges take over.
They move from the massage table to the bed and from there it is only a matter of time before they are in a loving embrace.
The story is told in a matter of fact way, the scenes and situations are well described and the plot absolutely believable. For me it was a very enjoyable read and one I shall read again soon.
Thank you Wanda45.
07.03.10 I am pleased to review a story in the foot fetish genre:
byGiCWrites
The story centres on a 32 years old unmarried lady who feels her career as a bank manager has left her out of the running for a husband. On the premise that shoe sizes rarely change however much the rest of the body might she rewards herself by buying shoes. Our heroine appears to consider herself pretty; comparing herself with her Mom but the reader is given the impression that she is not a very confident lady in spite of her high powered job. There is mention of dancing and the Miami Clubs but these hints are taken no further, the theme concentrating on the addiction to nice and often impractical footwear.
It is whilst on one of these regular Saturday morning shopping trip that the lady first encounters the male element of the story, an aged gentleman who comments on the shoes she has just bought and cannot help admiring again as soon as she is out of the shop. Our heroine thanks the gentleman for his positive comments before putting the shoes back in their box and driving home.
The following Saturday she again buys shoes from the same store and again the old gentleman is outside waiting to comment. Weeks pass and the process continues until eventually he asks her if she will go for a pizza with him. She agrees and they talk more about each other, he relating much of his later life history including the fact that he is a widower. He offers to pay for the shoes she has just bought and after some thought she agrees to this. When she gets home, in order to put her mind at rest she does a check on him via the internet. This reveals nothing untoward.
He meets her again the following week and this time e gives her an envelope containing some money for her latest purchase. He thanks her for trusting him and asks her if she would like a pedicure 'as he'd always done this for his wife'. They have some lunch after which she follows him to his home where to her surprise she finds he has not only a pedicure chair but all the skills needed to perform a professional foot massage for her.
Their meetings continue, each becoming more intimate, he grooming her and she, accepting it all apparently willingly. There is a revealing moment when he shows her his dead wife's shoe collection and she begins to wonder if he will try to take things any further. With that in mind she begins dressing in a subtly revealing manner. Eventually she reveals enough of herself to him for him to ask the inevitable. Can he use the special vibrator he has bought as a prelude to making her cum orally. By this time it is all she wants and so the tale progresses to its inevitable end but with a final little twist which will appeal to those with shoe and foot fetishes.
A steadily paced, thoughtfully written story spoiled only by a couple of glaring typos which, coming where they did, tended rather to mislead.
Thank you GICwrites.
14.02.10 For the second in this series of reviews I have this evening read and enjoyed a little story called:
by peppercorn
Especially for the Valentine weekend the girl in this little story turns the tables on her partner by ambushing him when he is expecting instead to surprise her. She dominates him, in a light hearted, playful way right through the story, progressing from a nicely described blow job to a blatant invitation to continue the proceedings with her upstairs.
It is clear our heroine has spent some time with the fine detail of her intentions. She has had her hair done and dressed purposefully provocatively in order to give her man a first class ringside seat. She has lain in wait for him, turned the tables on him and captured him.
Once upstairs she asks him to undress, lie on the bed and watch while she performs a strip tease routine for the benefit of a make believe audience of which he is part but initially expressly forbidden to assist. Her exhibitionism progresses almost to the point of masturbation, she undresses slowly revealing herself to her "audience" bit by bit until she reaches the point where she asks for their participation.
He volunteers of course whereupon she goes to lie beside him on the bed. A further round of foreplay ensues, both participants by now extremely aroused and fondling each other furiously.
Inevitably the much needed fuck takes place and with more forcefulness on his part than usual. This seems to surprise her and suggests to the reader that their lovelife may perhaps have become a little routine so this planned Valentine's Day boost is exactly what it needs. The closing sentences describe a renewal of the closeness which may also have been lacking until then.
One wonders if the tale describes perhaps in part, something which has actually happened as it is an easily believable story, descriptively written and a pleasure to read.I would suggest, in real life most men would find it difficult to put on such a memorable repeat performance in that short a time without a nap in between. On the other hand, in erotic fantasy anything can happen!
Thank you Peppercorn.
For my very first review for R~SVP Erotica I am very pleased to have read and enjoyed:
by Ravenquill
I found this tale an easy and enjoyable read and though the theme is an often used one - an older woman seducing a younger man and teaching him a lot of stuff he will need to know in later life, the story is told many years after it happens as a kind of happy re-living of a memory, a variation which works well in this instance. The memories are triggered by a record being played in a bar where the narrator is having a drink.
Mrs Raymond, a fifty five years old widow lives alone and rents rooms in her house to students in order to supplement her income. Usually her lodgers are female but for once she offers our hero the room instead. He abides by the rules and helps Mrs Raymond in her garden until, as Thanksgiving nears she has him where she wants him. She invites him to share the Thanksgiving feast with her, an offer which, being short of money he graciously accepts.
When our hero arrives for the feast he sees his host has not only dressed for the occasion but in such a way as to make her intentions perfectly clear as well. After the meal Mrs Raymond asks him to dance with her and even though he has eaten too much he has little choice but to accept. They dance and she reminisces, talking of her husband and the way things used to be when he was still alive. The mood changes subtly and she asks him to kiss her then shows him how she wants him to do it - all part of her seduction scheme.
They progress to her bedroom where he learns more about her and about women generally, what they like and the way they like things done. He is an eager learner and she a dedicated teacher, the story progressing steadily up to the point where they make love in her bed and eventually manage to climax together. He learns a lot from the experience then, exactly when she needs reassurance he calls her Mrs Robinson by mistake! There are similarities with the Mrs Robinson of The Graduate fame of course, however I think in this instance it is a keyboard mistake.
Both are eager for a repeat performance, this eventually going on for the rest of the holiday, then continuing whenever possible right up to the time of our hero's graduation. On later visits he learns Mrs Raymond has found herself another man, one nearer her own age, which is good news for him as he is by then in a relationship with a girl nearer his own age.
The story ends with our hero extolling the virtues of older women and again making comparisons between Mrs Raymond and Jenny his wife who at the time the tale is told, is of a similar age to that which Mrs Raymond was then
Overall a plausible, well thought out story, nicely described and easy to identify with.
Thank you Ravenquill.
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